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Deadass Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
You rare n***a, every win a win
Up in city bar, I'm tryna get my S**t
We ain't playin' big bandit shit
Out of town, it's a sight to see
You rare n***a, every win a win
It's a lot of love from the cities I Ain't in
Up in cities bar, I'm tryna get my Song, couple spins
What you listenin' to n***a, This my song, put it in
Hell yeah, this that bandit s**t
Every time I'm here, you better Be playin' the s**t
Catch a couple ears, you feel What I'm sayin' and s**t
Every day, it get wicked in the South side
Cant let my left know what the Right do when I'm outside
Buckin' the law this s**t, ain't Never been about live
Pushin' jail, you ain't never did it Adult time
Hell nah, bro, I'm good on that
In the hood every day, ain't Nothin' hood bout that
We tryna make it out the hood, You tryna move right back
You ain't never seen em' creepin' In a Pontiac
Dead a**, over tuff, nobody Scared of your scared a*
Snatchin' for the net, ain't never Gangsta it's a red flag
Dead a**, I'm bout my paper, so you know I need my bread bad
Push up on a bandit, better play It cool or back back
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Pop out, see that head down, Hunt you
Summer's gettin' cold and the Winter's gettin' hot too
Seen a head tap when I was little, What did I do
Body went in shock my homie, Grabbed me, I could not move
Back to the crib, settled down, Thug it out, fool
Me and James Bond tight 007, proud That my dawg made it out of Richmond
Knowin' that the odds either jail Or heaven
Dead a**, over tuff, nobody Scared of your scared a*
Snatchin' for the net, ain't never Gangsta it's a red flag
Dead a**, I'm bout my paper, so you know I need my bread bad
Push up on a bandit, better play it cool or back back
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