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letra de walking dead - fmb dz

[intro]
(getta beats)
you know i’m like a leprechaun for this sh-t

[chorus]
he play with me money, he play with me bread
house full of zombies, it’s a walking dead
this sh-t somethin’ like black ops, i’m tryna get a k!ll
i’m high as h-ll swervin’, jesus took the wheel
in the range rover, got four or five chains on
on my way to the lean man ’cause all the drank gone
the only time i lie is to the judge, you n-ggas lie for nothin’
b-tch, we really thuggin’, where i’m from, n-ggas die for nothin’

[verse 1]
i asked my young n-gga why hе spinnin’ in a scatpack?
he told me if them b-tchеs get behind him, they ain’t gon’ catch that
wide body, n-gga straight active, he a live wire
ain’t never been no family guy, i f-ck hoes like quagmire
rich n-gga, all the hoes f-cks with the shotta
rich b-tch, she got her own money, she’s a doctor
she strapped too, if you play with her, she’ll pop you
i’m the bossman, i be eatin’ lobster with the chopsticks
i’m a cash getter, alley-oop my n-ggas, i’m a bag splitter
i walk around beatin’ on sh-t like my name getta
i’m in houston at the galleria with my main hitter
people thinkin’ i’m the dope man the way my chain glitter
[chorus]
he play with me money, he play with me bread
house full of zombies, it’s a walking dead
this sh-t somethin’ like black ops, i’m tryna get a k!ll
i’m high as h-ll swervin’, jesus took the wheel
in the range rover, got four or five chains on
on my way to the lean man ’cause all the drank gone
the only time i lie is to the judge, you n-ggas lie for nothin’
b-tch, we really thuggin’, where i’m from, n-ggas die for nothin’

[verse 2]
n-gga spoke my name like i’ma ho you, we gon’ see about it
we catch you out, we up the score, n-gga, don’t worry ’bout it
i don’t give a f-ck where we at, we gon’ air it out
try not to hit women or the kids, that’s all i care about
boy, you in deep, i’m talkin’ deep, watch your whereabouts
f-cked up world, 2020, n-ggas dyin’ for clout
n-ggas dyin’ for likes, n-ggas dyin’ for pictures
n-ggas d-ck suckin’ other n-ggas, n-ggas act like b-tches
i been sippin’ lean all day, now my kidney hurt
i keep havin’ dreams ’bout wockeisha, i’m gettin’ sick of her
my b-tch hate her too, if it weren’t for her, she’d have a bigger purse
i know it ain’t right, but godd-mn, i had to put her first
i’ve been goin’ hard at this sh-t for a minute
i’ve been sippin’ lean for too long, i can’t quit it
can’t go too long without it, i start throwin’ up and sh-ttin’
i drunk so much wock, i can smell it when i’m p-ssin’
these n-ggas blew that pua money, now they finished
they got rich in the summer, they was broke before christmas
i get real direct deposits, me and you a lil’ different
i’m a grown-ass man, you can tell by how i’m livin’
[outro]
yeah, n-gga
bah-bah-bah-bah
n-gga, shots fired
to all y’all b-tch-ass n-ggas, man
we rich for real, man, tah

- fmb dz

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