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letra de dead last - rick ross, meek mill, vory & fabolous

[intro: meek mill]
f-ck love, i don’t need to give you my heart, don’t bleed it
and that sh-t you pulled that time, we ain’t gon’ talk on neither
i’m super loyal, n-ggas cross me, i go off on people
and you wonder why i don’t call on people, nah, for real

[chorus: vory]
yeah, yeah
over my dead body
ain’t just, “f-ck you,” it’s “f-ck everybody”
n-ggas talk behind my back, i feel a way about it
it hurt me worser when i act like i don’t care about it
they was talkin’ to them hoes and i’m aware about it
oh, yeah
said my peace and i got nothin’ left to say about it
oh, yeah

[verse 1: meek mill & vory]
n-ggas talk behind my back, i’m aware about it
act like i don’t care about it
never show my hand, what they be sayin’ ’bout us
never show the ‘gram how we be playin’ ’cause i don’t care about it
chopper to the bully, when we land, that chopper near by us
n-gga be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
he hit the baddest b-tch he had in his life, was standin’ next to us
i can’t even blame him, he get high-key on his camera up
’cause i been really havin’ it my way, this sh-t for regular
she f-ckin’ n-ggas that’s regular, i had to cut her off
my money ain’t even regular, couldn’t even f-ck her raw
and she know how i’m comin’, she cum every time i f-ck her hard
but every time i nut, it just be somethin’ i don’t trust at all
f-ck n-ggas, they’ll try treat me like the underdog
’til i pulled up on ’em in some sh-t like a three-hundred ball
act like you don’t f-ck with us, you know that we don’t f-ck with y’all
and we can stand on that ’til when our mothers pull that cover off, p-ssy (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: vory & rick ross]
over my dead body
ain’t just, “f-ck you,” it’s “f-ck everybody”
n-ggas talk behind my back, i feel a way about it
it hurt me worser when i act like i don’t care about it
they was talkin’ to them hoes and i’m aware about it
oh, yeah
said my peace and i got nothin’ left to say about it (uh, yes)
oh, yeah

[verse 2: rick ross]
teterboro, pretty girl, she wanna see the world
shed a tear, ready to k!ll, just give me the word
free the lord, i say a prayer because it mean a lot
k!llin’ n-ggas by landslide, it never even out
homicides all in my eyes as long as i’m alive
birkin bags stuffed full of hundreds, now let’s count ’em out
movin’ on, n-ggas, they will do you wrong
want a war? little boy, you better move your mom
headshot, please, lord, forgive me when i air it out (brrt)
paid the k!llers to stay quiet, really say a lot
dead and gone, if we brothers, then we better bond
if i never said, “i love you,” i must’ve said it wrong
sellin’ dubs when we wasn’t sellin’ much (woo)
when we was, we gave each other michael rubin hugs
i may have let you beat me to a watch (huh)
but i’ll never let you beat me to the top
[chorus: vory]
yeah, yeah
over my dead body
ain’t just, “f-ck you,” it’s “f-ck everybody”
n-ggas talk behind my back, i feel a way about it
it hurt me worser when i act like i don’t care about it
they was talkin’ to them hoes and i’m aware about it
oh, yeah
said my peace and i got nothin’ left to say about it
oh, yeah

[verse 3: fabolous]
sometimes, i wake up like, “f-ck everybody”
every thotty that you always see in every party
every n-gga sleepin’ on me talkin’ petty ’bout me
i’m your worst nightmare and you’s a freddy body
little homie serial, he on his seventh body
bm on some sh-t, still like that new seven body
i’ma ball ’til i fall, b-tch could never guard me
comin’ short, that ain’t no joke and you can’t kevin hart me
n-ggas think they ridin’ dirty, but they movin’ very sloppy
got me out here on the north, this sh-tty very oppy
got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy
p-ssy very wappy, got a n-gga jewelry shopping
scoop her in a sunday, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me
then got right back to it, b-tch could never stop me
i should not be taken lightly, i’m a heavy topic
and broke hoes always trippin’, but it’s never tropic
the spanish mamis say, “i like you talkin’ heavy, papi”
new pharrell louis v with the leather floppies
pull up to the valet with the engine revin’, papi
tellin’ ’em, “be easy, this a foreign, not a chevy, papi”
middle finger up like a tupac picture
middle finger up, up for who not with you
[chorus: vory]
yeah, yeah
over my dead body
ain’t just, “f-ck you,” it’s “f-ck everybody”
n-ggas talk behind my back, i feel a way about it
it hurt me worser when i act like i don’t care about it
they was talkin’ to them hoes and i’m aware about it
oh, yeah
said my peace and i got nothin’ left to say about it
oh, yeah

- rick ross meek mill vory fabolous

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