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letra de dead already - dom corleo

[intro]
what, what
yeah, yeah, come on

[verse]
b-tch, i’m already dead, i had my funeral
my shooters they holdin’ the casket, we bussin’ at they funeral
gelato, we smokin’ on cookie
roll up, i’m blowin’ that cookie
i know that lil’ hoe wanna f-ck, i told her pull up wit’ the p-ssy
and i feel like wayne sometimes, ’cause i wanna f-ck on them girls
i’m in that range sometimes, i got a lil’ blood on the pedals
i’m spendin’ a hunnid on lunch, b-tch, my sweater is stoney
i spend like a hunnid on guns, i shoot at my b-tch for goin’
i told my b-tch i’d k!ll her if she left
how the f-ck i …
ah, i’m outta breath
i don’t even sip the lean no more
i had to quit that sh-t months ago
after my brother almost died
can’t sip the lean no more, i let my cup get kicked
my little brother almost died, now i’m on that h0m-cide sh-t
i feel like jordan carter, talkin’ ’bout homicide
i woke up early this morning, told her suck my d-ck
b-tch, i’m the goat, it ain’t no period
i tell every hoe that i’m nasty, i f-ck on my b-tch on her period
i take of the top of the roof, the ‘cedes, the benz, the coupe
i was bein’ bad in school, i’m a bad influence too
i’m runnin’ them packs, packs, packs
these diamonds shinin’ on my neck, when i’m hoppin out the ‘cat
i ain’t f-ckin’ that girl, the p-ssy smellin’ like scat
can’t give a b-tch the world, when you don’t even got that
[outro]
i’m talkin’ ’bout you lame ass f-ckin’ rappers man
stop actin’ like you god
don’t n0body f-ckin’ know who you are
f-ckin’ lame as f-ck
broke and sh-t

- dom corleo

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