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letra de dead people - stunny

[intro]
aj
yuh, slit
yeah, yeah, hey, ayy
rcb sh-t

[chorus]
margiela my feet, [?] jeans
that b-tch is a dog, she don’t wanna speak
you kissing her lips, she kissing my meat
she suckin’ my kids, she say that’s a treat
balenc’ with the shades, n-ggas on the way
put cold on my feet like i ice out my chain
enough of the wave, ball out during rain
can’t catch up to me, speeding that range

[post-chorus]
got [?] on me, [?]
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches, gon’ get out my way
they copycats, but that make it [?]
if you not makin’ bank, [?]
i pulled up with gas, smoking that thrax
truey my d-ck, well, i can’t feel my pants
n-ggas [?] but no acting like friends
i’m seein’ dead people, you don’t understand
[verse 1]
you not in my league
thesе hoes wanna kick it like a soccer tеam
b-tch, i got the pistols, they f-ck up my league
mask of the dead, that sh-t afraid of me
i can only smoke thrax, i gotta take a [?]
rookie my feet, you know this sh-t, it ain’t cheap
speed on the [?], b-tch, catch up to me
got a mean ho, [?] these sheets
got everything [?]
baddie-baddie, she in love with me
i go undercover, pretty boy demon
margiela umbrella, blood drippin’ on me
the [?] stuck up, make a f-ck n-gga bleed

[verse 2]
that b-tch be a eater, she givin’ wild head
can’t help with these n-ggas ’cause all of them g-y
all i see is dead people, i’m getting that bread
[?] my feet, i been coolin’ my [?]
you kissing that ho but she just give me head
[?] mof-ckin’ bay
up in my crown like a mof-ckin’ [?]
got two pints from the east, got some hoes in the bay
[?], i’m in love with my maid
i handle my business, i got a big bag
b-tch, i’m a boss, i don’t gotta pay
i’m poppin’ these percies, i’m slittin’ my wrist
that lil’ n-gga mad that his b-tch is a mess
can’t help with these n-ggas, i was getting my bread
i got the sauce, you got no sauce
b-tch, i’m a boss, i got a glock
look at my fit, look at the cost
i’m from the bay, where we [?]
b-tch, it was you, i do not know
up in the [?], i’m in that glow
up in the [?], i’m in that glow
[chorus]
margiela my feet, [?] jeans
that b-tch is a dog, she don’t wanna speak
you kissing her lips, she kissing my meat
she suckin’ my kids, she say that’s a treat
balenc’ with the shades, n-ggas on the way
put cold on my feet like i ice out my chain
enough of the wave, ball out during rain
can’t catch up to me, speeding that range

- stunny

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