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dead guy - tsm beeezy lyrics

[intro]
ahh, noo, noo, nahhh
lil’ beeezy!

[chorus]
where them k!llers at? tell me where them robbers at
where them n*ggas at the bottom banging red flags
all my n*ggas they some goblins tryna get your hat
they wanna get your hat, tryna leave a n*gga flat

where them k!llers at? tell me where them robbers at
where them n*ggas at the bottom banging red flags
all my n*ggas they some goblins tryna get your hat
they wanna get your hat, tryna leave a n*gga flat

[verse 1]
straight up out the p that’s where my mama raised me
but i’m straight up out the streets thats where that glock had made me
and i was posted on [?], clutching that rod like daily
one thing i was taught was get that n*gga fore’ he face me
[?] walk down on that n*gga with his pants down
like thirty minutes later thats another man down
i told them n*ggas we wasn’t playing we tryna get em off
knock em off, k!ll em all, like dominos tryna knock em off
toolie in the [?] tryna bang some
i told my brudda go spray some
no [?] test he gon lay sum
and let a n*gga play that, he a dead guy
my brudda clutching on that f*cking red eye
and thats gon’ be another f*cking homicide
and imma leave another motherf*cking mama crying
b*tch i’m really bout mine, you know i’m down to slang iron
i throw back me a k9, my bruddas tryna slide day and night
inside its a fist fight, you come out here its a gun fight
[verse 3]
i be [?] n*gga, walking smoking dope n*gga
see me b*tch i’m loaded, you could catch me smoking dead guys
they want me rolling, b*tch want throw me back a thirty
imma shoot this b*tch like curry, b*tch i’m aiming at your head now
my n*ggas coming, yeah my n*ggas get to dumping
all them bullets get to humming, yeah we push sh*t to bed now
don’t make a sound, b*tch we let off a hundred rounds, yeah we really laying sh*t down, b*tch you know you is a dead guy
and if you move, b*tch i’m really going my move
while i’m clutching on my tool, b*tch i really want your head now
and b*tch i’m done, all my n*ggas really go dumb, b*tch they hit you up with that drum, make your ass go call the feds now
eeny meeny miny moe, put a tag right on his toe
slap the opp infront his hoe, b*tch play the game just how it go
straight out the bottom, throwing up them fo’s
my n*gga scoring, pouring up a 4
b*tch you know i’m really thugging, bake a opp right in the oven

- tsm beeezy lyrics

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