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letra de dead by tomorrow - derez de'shon

[intro]
dead by tomorrow
pull up and hop out like who said what?

[chorus]
pull up and hop out like who said what?
forty on my hip right by my gut
put some money on your head, b-tch you’ll be dead by tomorrow
dead by tomorrow, you’ll be dead by tomorrow
dead by tomorrow, you’ll be dead by tomorrow
dead by tomorrow, b-tch you’ll be dead by

[verse 1]
pull up and make me a hit on a n-gga
keep talkin’ that sh-t ’bout a n-gga
we with all that sh-t and we keep all the sticks with a n-gga
these n-ggas be really some b-tches
been had a check on me n-gga
i been had your b-tch with me n-gga
she been had a friend with her n-gga
we been had a threesome lil n-gga
we been had lil minute, lil n-gga, like
all of this money on me, you know i got be havin’ my way
all this horsepower i’m havin’, can’t help put speed, hit the gas and get sideways
all this attention i’m gettin’, i hate take a pic, it’s a pool, not a photo, uh
all these lil b-tches i’m hittin’, they havin’ some paper, i can’t f-ck a broke ho
we do not talk in the phones, she bounce on the d-ck up and down like a pogo
pourin’ up in styrofoam, i’m sippin’ on drank and i doubled the solos
the tee is givenchy, no polo
diamonds dance on my chest like a go-go
robbin’ me, that’s a motherf-ckin’ no-no

[chorus]
okay i pull up and hop out like who said what?
forty on my hip right by my gut
put some money on your head, b-tch you’ll be dead by tomorrow
dead by tomorrow, you’ll be dead by tomorrow
dead by tomorrow, you’ll be dead by tomorrow
dead by tomorrow, b-tch you’ll be dead by

[verse 2]
all of these n-ggas be lame, all of these n-ggas be hatin’
i’m whatever that come with the fame
i’m with whatever that come with my name
poppin’ a perc and whatever for pain, yeah (derez de’shon)
came in the range, yeah
ain’t got a brain, yeah
might go insane
all of my n-ggas, they bang
blue and red flags when i came, i know the team
put on the chain, got a lil fame
but i still be in the trenches with robbers and k!llers, just doin’ my thing
all of my n-ggas the same
i keep it simple and plain
big body, switchin’ the lanes
pour up in minute maids
if you ain’t ride or die, n-gga you dead to me
got some n-ggas on your side who’ll bring your head to me
n-ggas keep talkin’ that beef, better be ready for it
i swear to god my n-ggas ridin’, you’ll be dead tomorrow

- derez deshon

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