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letra de dead beat 2 - yung simmie

[verse]
man these n-ggas fake
i cannot relate
i be reppin’ my city, when i’m up in your state
you was keyboard thuggin’ now i’m up in your face
now what did you say?
my n-ggas never sleep, you can get it broad day
if it ain’t money gettin’ i cannot partake
my bullets sink ships better stay out my lake
cuz i’m a great white and you on my shark tank
i’m movin’ like a soldier when i’m out in the field
i’m scopin’ out the game while i stand on the hill
you thinkin’ i’m asleep, get popped like a pill
if you talkin’ 3 mill then we closin’ the deal
i be turnt up, you dont know how it feel
youll get world star this sh-t get real
i’m heartless, everything get k!lled
i just go to work gotta finish the drill
if n-ggas is talkin’ that’s when the ninas get sparkin’
i’m hoppin out the 2 seater make room when i’m parkin’
and i’ll only say it once listen up when i’m talkin’
and this a dead beat i got it out of the coffin
i be smokin’ loud pack i can hear what you talkin’
you n-ggas is lackin’ and i’m all about profit
less talk and more smokin’, i don’t be with the gossip
simmie out with the hollow turn your brain into pasta
catch you at the red light, that’s hoes in your honda
i be on my grind tryna stack my commas
you play with my commas you must want drama
i’m sunning n-ggas but i’m not your father
i go harder, dunk like vince carter
i play smarter, you just a starter
i hang with rastas i can smoke a garden
p-ss me the lighter, this blunt i’m sparkin’
loud pack, you might think i farted
these n-ggas hate, so the hate i’m dodgin’
that 40 bang i don’t do no arguin’
i’m in my lane, stay in your margin
yo b-tch is on me, she say she h-rny, she say you corny
the world is mine, i feel like tony
i whip the benz just like i stole it
till yo death n-gga if you owe it
i roll it up, and then i smoke it
the way i roll, i deserve a trophy
i’m duckin’, 12 cuz they tryna rope me
i’m doin’ dash and im ridin’, dirty
og stank, now its smellin’ musty
i keep the comb and it ain’t rusty
i give her d-ck when she done fussin’
mc hammer cuz you can’t touch this
high as f-ck now i look russian
foreign gas what i be puffin
when i’m on a grind, i don’t eat nothin’
but them green bags they just keep comin’
im up all night, while you boys snorin’
workin’ all night, it come in the mornin’
p-ss me the ball, i feel like jordan
imma hit the 3, and you know i’m scorin’

- yung simmie

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