letra de deadhomies - babycalf
[chorus]
on the dead homies
b-tch, b-tch i’m the sh-t
best friends with my choppa, that’s lilo, i’m st-tch
on the dead homies
my pockets blue like a cryp
give a f-ck where you from
n-gga, i just f-cked your b-tch
on the dead homies
i’ll never fight over no b-tch
got me a bag now i’m laughing at the b-tch
on the dead homies
b-tch, b-tch i’m the sh-t
best friends with my choppa, that’s lilo, i’m st-tch
on the dead homies
my pockets blue like a cryp
give a f-ck where you from
n-gga, i just f-cked your b-tch
on the dead homies
i’ll never fight over no b-tch (nope)
got me a bag now i’m laughing at the b-tch
[verse]
i said a b-tch bleed once a month
so i made her bleed fee, babycalf23, pimp name cteve
aye lil b-tch, don’t say my name in vain unless you talkin’ about some bread
haha stupid b-tch
she ain’t talkin’ money, why she give my phone a ring?
i ain’t finna’ wife you up, you ain’t finna’ get a ring
o that n-gga want a fade? tell him we don’t need a ring
i got shooters on speed dial, n-gga that’s a ring (on my momma)
two rings on my pinky got me feeling like i’m curry
run his mouth talkin’ sh-t, pull it out, now he worried
now he’s kiddin’, now he just playin’
c-ck it back, let him know i ain’t playin’
[interlude]
yo my n-gga, no my n-gga (no)
stop tryna be like me (for real, stop)
stop stealing my swag
stop stealing my lingo, pssh
stop, shesh
be yourself my n-gga (please stop)
it’s not cool to try to be somebody else (it’s not)
you don’t wanna be me, i got screws loose
that’s on cteve (on cteve)
on babycalf23, ya dig?
that’s on my momma, and that’s on my momma
no no no f-ck that, that’s
[chorus]
on the dead homies
b-tch, b-tch i’m the sh-t
best friends with my choppa, that’s lilo, i’m st-tch
on the dead homies
my pockets blue like a cryp
give a f-ck where you from
n-gga, i just f-cked your b-tch
on the dead homies
i’ll never fight over no b-tch
got me a bag now i’m laughing at the b-tch
on the dead homies
b-tch, b-tch i’m the sh-t
best friends with my choppa, that’s lilo, i’m st-tch
on the dead homies
my pockets blue like a cryp
give a f-ck where you from
n-gga, i just f-cked your b-tch
on the dead homies
i’ll never fight over no b-tch
got me a bag now i’m laughing at the b-tch
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