Lyrics UnoTheActivist – Deadication
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Yeah, they gon’ hate on us
Same nigga hatin’ really wanna hang with us
Lame nigga hatin’, bitch, you wanna hang with us
Blowing up my phone, I’m really just gon’ hang it up
I would ask you for a dime, you wasn’t payin’ for none
I used to stay safe, now I’m stayin’ dangerous
Use to have the toolie goin’, you ain’t bang for us
Livin’ by the gun, nigga, you can die by the gun
End up paralyzed, an amputee, things and such
I put the boy up in the cubicle, no angel dust
His bit’ gon’ choke up on the dick until it strangle her
She like to pose up for the camera, watch them angles
Haha, she say my messages just like mangles
Bitch, I need a RackAid, feel like Tracy’s Manga
Pop a little ecstacy, I’m a Power Ranger
Dive in the pussy, Count Banger
She got good pussy, can tell by her fingers
I’ma take that lil’ bitch out to Topanga
Call me Twista, hopin’ that I make you famous
Hold on bae, don’t you go and be a stranger
We in the water, you gon’ tread
We in the water but I’ma go swim ahead
I ain’t takin’ no chance or no second chance
But that water, she just want tread in my pants, I’m dead
Like beef, I need bread
She wanted to, so she continued to dance
Baby, make that ass hop like a fence
For two, got the Rolls spinnin’ like rims
Yeah, in the club with glizza
But call out everytime a ?
You get called out if you ever try and diss us
Must be on bath salts if you ever try and diss us
Niggas are hoes, yeah, real deuce bigalows
Pull up to your momma house, treat it like Christmas
Light it up, you better think twice about dissin’ us
Yellow tape ’round the whole house, yeah, forensics
You’ll never find us, lil’ nigga, yeah, for instance
I’m in a different country already, that’s some distance
Inside my trench Burberry, nah, for real
Coming for the heart every time that I kill
So they catch me outside like Dr. Phil
Know she got mortified, seen just how she feel
Certified victim of love that was real
The way she come for me, either kill or be killed
We will not glorify the blood that was spilt
The more that I think about the shit that I did
The more that I think about the reasons why I’m here
The more that they know, the more reasons I should live
I’m meant to make foes, I’m meant to make friends
I’m meant make these bitches make me our friends
That’s an awful lot of cough of syrup inside your hand
So please, don’t pretend
Please don’t pretend to be my friend
I did it before, I won’t do it again
Lotta love scars and you know why I grin
Want you to see the world through my lens
Want you to walk a mile in these size 10’s
Walk through the valley of death and cleanse
Now don’t be a stranger
If I go to sleep, baby, don’t hang up
Yeah, baby, don’t hang up
I’m gettin’ your flight to Los Angeles
She stackin’ the singles like Pringles
Shawty, I heard you like singers
Said she just got here from Vegas
Yeah, Deadication
Yeah
It ain’t over, it ain’t over, it ain’t over
Dig
Yeah…
Free Stiggs, free Scoob, free Jugg
Free the gang, free the gang, free the gang