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ceenxtdoor - everything dead lyrics

sandstorm
like, what?
wake up, another mission
yo mar, turn that sh+t up (grrah)
every opp shot
everything dead
ahh
dj boppin’, poking my chest (poking my chest)
smoking tooka, all in my spliff
snazzy , chris, this sh+t got a kick
and i mix it with ldot, now a n+gga lit
call up 2, let’s go spin through the mitch
if i catch lil’ winter, i’m beating that b+tch (beatin’ that b+tch)
like, she wasn’t just f+cking on ovo
lil’ b+tch should have stayed out the mix (ahh!)
ceenxtdoor, who bigger than me?
i’ma spin through the 8, tryna dump on the gz (tryna dump on the gz)
i’m mb, i can get super sleeze
have his sis’ line ’em up and knock him off his feet
late night, spin the gates, i’m tryna creep
if i catch lil’ nesty, put ’em right to sleep (put ’em right to sleep)
hop out the v, put the beam to his bean
tryna catch me a [?] and knock him off the scene (ahh!)
on the courts, where they at?
b+tch, i’m lookin’ for lz since they lookin’ for ovo
go catch a hit, let it clap, like 16 died, get back, like
n+ggas keep dissin’ and makin’ these tracks
but they never put on, that’s a fact
what the f+ck is a marky? that n+gga wack
if i catch lil’ ace leave ’em where he at, like
dj boppin ‘, poking my chest (poking my chest)
smoking tooka, all in my spliff
snazzy, chris, that sh+t got a kick
and i mix it with ldot, now a n+gga lit
call up 2, let’s go spin through the mitch
if i catch lil’ winter, i’m beatin’ that b+tch (beatin’ that b+tch)
like, she wasn’t just f+cking on ovo
lil’ b+tch should have stayed out the mix
if she smokin’ the bro’s then she shot
b+tches rappin’ what they really not
how the f+ck you talkin’ on the octobers?
when bro made it hot, beat the box (like, how?)
dirty b+tch, she talkin’ on the wokks
i’m a real right balla, knock her out her socks
still takin’ trips, y’all lil’ b+tches popped (got popped)
ain’t n0body believin’ this thot (at all)
i’ma hop out, put the beam to her top
tryna leave a gunna on the pave
and there ain’t n0body on the 8th
so we took a trip and spun’ right through the ‘have
oh, that’s yus? knock off his braids
i’m smoking on dj and ej, and blay
balla be with me, tryna let it flame
like, we tryna put a hollow through his brains, like
glo, heff, yellow, dummy
all of them n+ggas got wrapped like a mummy
nick, lilah, rip, dubski
two of them n+ggas got hit in they tummy
wayne, naz, aj, bussin’
so many n+ggas got hit in they m+ffin’
and these n+ggas still ain’t doin’ nothin’
he tried to push up on me so i brushed ’em
ayo, tb, let’s slide, we gon’ hop out the stolie, throwin’ more than 9
and these n+ggas not spinnin’ the 5
i’m not gon’ say it again, n+ggas lie
ray balla, up it, tryna leave ’em fried
he tried to run, got hit up in his spine
ceenxtdoor, the demon on time
i’ma spin through the shh, with the gl!ck, do ’em slime, like (ahh!)
grrah
grrah+grrah, boom
every opp shot
like ahh!
ahh!
what the f+ck?
like, everything dead (ahh!)
ahh!
dj boppin’, poking my hips (poking my hips)
smoking tooka, all in my spliff
snazzy, chris, that sh+t got a kick
and i mix it with ldot, now a n+gga lit
call up 2, let’s go spin through the mitch
if i catch lil’ winter, i’m beatin’ that b+tch (beatin’ that b+tch)
like, she wasn’t just f+ckin’ on ovo
lil’ b+tch should have stayed out the mix (should have stayed out the mix)
grrah+grrah
like, what?
like, every opp shot
like, mb, mb, ovo
grrah

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