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dead homies - white john lyrics

[verse*white john]
riding round smoking on the opp’s dead homies
man that dog put some fan on it
water in my hip [?]
party on the opp block throw events on them
i give a f*ck about the vests on them
fn through the vest when i have a neck on thеm
p98 the muscle up we flеx on them
nike guard, the white guard we got a check on them
this a gunfight, you brought a knife
the .45 end your life
take your dead homies life
f*cking on your dead homies wife b*tch

[chorus]
no pencil but the lead on me
riding round smoking on the opp’s dead homies
i do this sh*t for my dead homies
i know they think i’m [?] with this red on me
no pencil but the lead on me
riding round smoking on the opp’s dead homies
i do this sh*t for my dead homies
i know they think i’m [?] with this red on me
[verse 2*omb peezy]
ay who want to go to war who?
choppa bullets ripping through your torso
bus a n*gga sh*t like it’s [?]
ay why you at the store for?
getting to the bag and go to war bro
brand new glock i just bought a carload i’m clutching it the second time the car roll back
they know the best benz hop out with that five
you better not do no drive by’s
we gon flex your whole car time
run over me i would’ve did some to pass

i’m in the backroom like one, two, three hoes
a was broke for two to four hours we done kick like three doors
i be on some big sh*t you can fit in these clothes
saw an opp n*gga slippin he could’ve died
[?] leave him crippled like we jumped his ass in but he’s the one who walked up in the door clutching the glock mean muggin’
b*tch i’m sleepy you take your ass we ain’t f*cking

- white john lyrics

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