Day Of The Dead ☠️
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•10 months ago
@Slashinc. #Slashinc. It's the day of the dead when I'm rolling down your block Got a inferred beam on a .forty-five glock Boy you a puppet, all you you ever do is talk But I don't give a fuck cuzz I'm steady getting guap Homies in the back prolly kill you for some clout When I'm tryna speak out loud you better shut your damn mouth Wanna see the devil boy let a word out I'm grim reaper boy you can fuck around and find out I ain't never need a bitch, why uou hitting up my phone When I'm making bread better leave me alone Only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong I'm always off the gas, holey shit i'm always stoned You talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do I'll be Hitting head shots duck duck goose I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop And fuck yea dead homies, you'll dead with em too Fuck yo dead homies, i been staying a glock 9 mm take skin off yo top Bad lil hoe, heard she was a thot Had her give me head cause the bitch not hot When i slide through the block Got em chanting my name, all for the money Gon run up the fame Too much paper, driving me insane So when i look at you I'm ready to spray Big ak got camos up on it Like no call of duty but she call, she want it King of the dead so who being honest I fuck with yo bitch and then break her like promise We ran a train, i call the boy thomas And we balling out, had me playing like giannis Too much bands, can't tell what I'm wanting I'm king of the dead bitch who is you taunting It's the day of the dead when I'm rolling down your block Got a inferred beam on a .forty-five glock Boy you a puppet, all you you ever do is talk But I don't give a fuck cuzz I'm steady getting guap Homies in the back prolly kill you for some clout When I'm tryna speak out loud you better shut your damn mouth Wanna see the devil boy let a word out I'm grim reaper boy you can fucking find out I ain't never need a bitch, why uou hitting up my phone When I'm making bread better leave me alone Only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong I'm always off the gas, holey shit i'm always stoned You talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do I'll be Hitting head shots duck duck goose I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop And fuck yea dead homies, you'll dead with em too
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@Slashinc. #Slashinc. It's the day of the dead when I'm rolling down your block Got a inferred beam on a .forty-five glock Boy you a puppet, all you you ever do is talk But I don't give a fuck cuzz I'm steady getting guap Homies in the back prolly kill you for some clout When I'm tryna speak out loud you better shut your damn mouth Wanna see the devil boy let a word out I'm grim reaper boy you can fuck around and find out I ain't never need a bitch, why uou hitting up my phone When I'm making bread better leave me alone Only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong I'm always off the gas, holey shit i'm always stoned You talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do I'll be Hitting head shots duck duck goose I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop And fuck yea dead homies, you'll dead with em too Fuck yo dead homies, i been staying a glock 9 mm take skin off yo top Bad lil hoe, heard she was a thot Had her give me head cause the bitch not hot When i slide through the block Got em chanting my name, all for the money Gon run up the fame Too much paper, driving me insane So when i look at you I'm ready to spray Big ak got camos up on it Like no call of duty but she call, she want it King of the dead so who being honest I fuck with yo bitch and then break her like promise We ran a train, i call the boy thomas And we balling out, had me playing like giannis Too much bands, can't tell what I'm wanting I'm king of the dead bitch who is you taunting It's the day of the dead when I'm rolling down your block Got a inferred beam on a .forty-five glock Boy you a puppet, all you you ever do is talk But I don't give a fuck cuzz I'm steady getting guap Homies in the back prolly kill you for some clout When I'm tryna speak out loud you better shut your damn mouth Wanna see the devil boy let a word out I'm grim reaper boy you can fucking find out I ain't never need a bitch, why uou hitting up my phone When I'm making bread better leave me alone Only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong I'm always off the gas, holey shit i'm always stoned You talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do I'll be Hitting head shots duck duck goose I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop And fuck yea dead homies, you'll dead with em too
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