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7heo - dead guys lyrics

[vese: boy floss]
yeah
count my bread, count my bread, run it up
count my bread i want guap, want it all
yeah yeah, came in that b-tch and i’m serving the glock
came in that b-tch & i’m toting the glocks
walk in that b-tch and i’m selling the rocks
came in that b-tch and she drinking ciroc
diamonds on wrist & pinky feel like god
she popping molly & perc oh my god
diamonds on your wrist they look funny
they fake they fake they fake
came in that b-tch and they fake, they fake
they don’t show love no, they don’t show love no

[verse: 7heo]
counting all these dead guys my wrist & my neck shine
posted w/ the same guys i could never switch now
i don’t want my phone to die my plug on the other line
your hoe on my main line talking about she trying to slide
henny bottles getting popped no i do not diddy bop
new drop out the t-tty shop it go down like yung joc
instagram b-tch we live b-tch so you can see the vibe
instagram b-tch we live b-tch so you can see the vibe

[verse: nick prosper]
oh, oh snap i got guap in my back pocket yeah
i got vvs in my gold locket yeah
b-tches wanna top me yeah
i might drop top it yeah
i might show stop it… yeah
what do they want from me, what do they want from me
shining yeah i go, yeah i go
take a flight to dubai to f-ck a hoe
take a flight to get some ice from the north pole

- 7heo lyrics

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