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letra de dead family - dasgasdom3

[intro]
palaze, what you cookin’?

[chorus]
don’t play with fire, that sh-t daily
when the gun between your eyes made me realize
these n-ggas want my head but i’m alive
but y’all n-ggas had to cut ’em b-tches off
’cause i gotta lot of sh-t to prove
but they don’t really know what this f-ckin’ sh-t cost
ice up in my veins, bad b-tches in my comments here
she don’t want the fame, i know my mama know i’m legendary
i don’t need no time on my hot boy git
352, i rule all my n-ggas with this sh-ts

[verse 1]
bad lil’ b-tch shakin’ ass, i got my n-ggas whippin’ pot though
n-ggas ain’t yo’ family, they rather see yo’ ass die slow
fiendin’ for this sh-t, i want the money and the fame
i can’t lose when i be stayin’ all the f-ck up in my lane
they rather me dead in that grave, smokin’ fumes to take the pain
pop my quarter to the paint, situations can’t explain
sippin’ henny, got me brazy, i got features, n-ggas’ pain
i been f-ckin’ all these hoes and these b-tches don’t know my name (uh)
these b-tches don’t know my name
[verse 2]
mix match design, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout the colour
n-ggas want me dead, they don’t want me as they brother
them n-ggas turn fat, they snap me out, i cannot love them
feelin’ so alone, i got this sh-t by myself
exhausted, how they did me wrong, i got no help
now i’m stronger than they see me, i be ballin’ up on tv
can’t compare myself to n0body ’cause n0body could be me
yeah, i be on that day
b-tch want me to be her daddy, i cannot invest
money on my mind and sh-t is written on my chest
young n-gga with a mind, in this game i’m playin’ a chess
jumpin’ through this sh-t, i got a hole in my pocket
been what i’m rappin’, i’m steppin’, i’ll make a million, no polish
i put my gas up on the pedal, they told me i needed college
now i’m drippin’ out head and toe, i ain’t never needed no stylist

[interlude]
i ain’t never need no stylist
i’m drippin bih’, [?]
i’m drippin’, can we be honest
b-tches hatin,’ they ain’t honest
n-ggas talkin’, they ain’t on it
b-tches talkin’, they ain’t on it
what the f-ck you know about me?
i be that n-gga, dead family
[chorus]
don’t play with fire, that sh-t daily
when the gun between your eyes made me realize
these n-ggas want my head but i’m alive
but y’all n-ggas had to cut ’em b-tches off
’cause i gotta lot of sh-t to prove
but they don’t really know the cost
ice in my veins, bad b-tches in my comments here
she don’t want the fame, i know my mama know i’m legendary
i don’t need no time ’cause i’m a hot boy git
352, i run this sh-t

[outro]
b-tch i run this sh-t
and you knew that, b-tch
yeah you knew it
i be that n-gga, dead family
i be that n-gga, dead family
[?]
yo’ ass is a memory

- dasgasdom3

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