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letra de talking to the dead - rtb mb

[intro]:
what up trae
this sh-t talk to you don’t it

[chorus]:
i gotta stop talking to the dead
it’s so easy to get lost in my head
asked the plug what it cost for the red
was on the come up then got tossed to the feds
so many n-ggas got chalked for the bread
i keep having thoughts and i’m scared
i keep seeing pops in that bed
sipping on this med
i just keep on saying to myself that i gotta stop talking to the dead

[verse]:
why i have to see you in that casket i need you
you just wanna see me get a basket it’s lethal
girly keep on talking bout my past and i’m see thru
dumping out the fin like it’s trash when we see you
you keep saying that you run from pain n-gga me too
brody doing 10 in the can like it’s miso
i just told her get another man he a weak dude
i ain’t never scared of n0body n-ggas bleed too
like uhh
mb out his mind out his sh-t
six shooter in the cavalier bron in this b-tch
in the a with a brady bunch tom in this b-tch
this a a r test feel like ron when it switch
lit for 42 nights pouring don on her tits
n-ggas asking how the f-ck you so calm with this sh-t
got my kids and my sisters and my moms outta flint
mama held it down she won’t pay a dime for her rent
they like how do you survive in the wild cause i’m trench
n-ggas foul he couldn’t even come around when he snitch
i’m like wow blogs even put my child in the mix
say what you want just keep ace miles out the sh-t
aylä too if you dissing make you see jesus
i don’t play bout my kids make a n-gga hate you
got the stars in the whip think i need a gray roof
pull up with extended stick like a n-gga play pool
what the f-ck nick put this sh-t on j pay too
all my n-ggas in the pen know they feel that pain too
you know me better than i know myself?
what that fame do
still the same mb i ain’t never change foo
know some n-ggas with some pape and they still lame too
how the f-ck you on my d-ck and i hit yo main boo
leave em with a red top some my n-ggas bang ru
put my soul in this sh-t imma let it sang too
[chorus]:
i gotta stop talking to the dead
it’s so easy to get lost in my head
asked the plug what it cost for the red
was on the come up then got tossed to the feds
so many n-ggas got chalked for the bread
i keep having thoughts and i’m scared
i keep seeing pops in that bed
sipping on this med
i just keep on saying to myself that i gotta stop talking to the dead
i gotta stop talking to the dead
it’s so easy to get lost in my head
asked the plug what it cost for the red
was on the come up then got tossed to the feds
so many n-ggas got chalked for the bread
i keep having thoughts and i’m scared
i keep seeing pops in that bed
sipping on this med
i just keep on saying to myself that i gotta stop talking to the dead

- rtb mb

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