dead people - stunny lyrics
[intro]
aj
yuh, slit
yeah, yeah, hey, ayy
rcb sh*t
[chorus]
margiela my feet, [?] jeans
that b*tch is a dog, she don’t wanna speak
you kissing her lips, she kissing my meat
she suckin’ my kids, she say that’s a treat
balenc’ with the shades, n*ggas on the way
put cold on my feet like i ice out my chain
enough of the wave, ball out during rain
can’t catch up to me, speeding that range
[post*chorus]
got [?] on me, [?]
i don’t f*ck with these b*tches, gon’ get out my way
they copycats, but that make it [?]
if you not makin’ bank, [?]
i pulled up with gas, smoking that thrax
truey my d*ck, well, i can’t feel my pants
n*ggas [?] but no acting like friends
i’m seein’ dead people, you don’t understand
[verse 1]
you not in my league
thesе hoes wanna kick it like a soccer tеam
b*tch, i got the pistols, they f*ck up my league
mask of the dead, that sh*t afraid of me
i can only smoke thrax, i gotta take a [?]
rookie my feet, you know this sh*t, it ain’t cheap
speed on the [?], b*tch, catch up to me
got a mean ho, [?] these sheets
got everything [?]
baddie*baddie, she in love with me
i go undercover, pretty boy demon
margiela umbrella, blood drippin’ on me
the [?] stuck up, make a f*ck n*gga bleed
[chorus]
margiela my feet, [?] jeans
that b*tch is a dog, she don’t wanna speak
you kissing her lips, she kissing my meat
she suckin’ my kids, she say that’s a treat
balenc’ with the shades, n*ggas on the way
put cold on my feet like i ice out my chain
enough of the wave, ball out during rain
can’t catch up to me, speeding that range
[verse 2]
that b*tch be a eater, she givin’ wild head
can’t help with these n*ggas ’cause all of them g*y
all i see is dead people, i’m getting that bread
[?] my feet, i been coolin’ my [?]
you kissing that ho but she just give me head
[?] mof*ckin’ bay
up in my crown like a mof*ckin’ [?]
got two pints from the east, got some hoes in the bay
[?], i’m in love with my maid
i handle my business, i got a big bag
b*tch, i’m a boss, i don’t gotta pay
i’m poppin’ these percies, i’m slittin’ my wrist
that lil’ n*gga mad that his b*tch is a mess
can’t help with these n*ggas, i was getting my bread
i got the sauce, you got no sauce
b*tch, i’m a boss, i got a glock
look at my fit, look at the cost
i’m from the bay, where we [?]
b*tch, it was you, i do not know
up in the [?], i’m in that glow
up in the [?], i’m in that glow
[chorus]
margiela my feet, [?] jeans
that b*tch is a dog, she don’t wanna speak
you kissing her lips, she kissing my meat
she suckin’ my kids, she say that’s a treat
balenc’ with the shades, n*ggas on the way
put cold on my feet like i ice out my chain
enough of the wave, ball out during rain
can’t catch up to me, speeding that range
[post*chorus]
got [?] on me, [?]
i don’t f*ck with these b*tches, gon’ get out my way
they copycats, but that make it [?]
if you not makin’ bank, [?]
i pulled up with gas, smoking that thrax
truey my d*ck, well, i can’t feel my pants
n*ggas [?] but no acting like friends
i’m seein’ dead people, you don’t understand
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