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dasgasdom3 - dead family lyrics

[intro]
palaze, what you cookin’?

[chorus]
don’t play with fire, that sh+t daily
when the gun between your eyes made me realize
these n+ggas want my head but i’m alive
but y’all n+ggas had to cut ’em b+tches off
’cause i gotta lot of sh+t to prove
but they don’t really know what this f+ckin’ sh+t cost
ice up in my veins, bad b+tches in my comments here
she don’t want the fame, i know my mama know i’m legendary
i don’t need no time on my hot boy git
352, i rule all my n+ggas with this sh+ts

[verse 1]
bad lil’ b+tch shakin’ ass, i got my n+ggas whippin’ pot though
n+ggas ain’t yo’ family, they rather see yo’ ass die slow
fiendin’ for this sh+t, i want the money and the fame
i can’t lose when i be stayin’ all the f+ck up in my lane
they rather me dead in that grave, smokin’ fumes to take the pain
pop my quarter to the paint, situations can’t explain
sippin’ henny, got me brazy, i got features, n+ggas’ pain
i been f+ckin’ all these hoes and these b+tches don’t know my name (uh)
these b+tches don’t know my name
[verse 2]
mix match design, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout the colour
n+ggas want me dead, they don’t want me as they brother
them n+ggas turn fat, they snap me out, i cannot love them
feelin’ so alone, i got this sh+t by myself
exhausted, how they did me wrong, i got no help
now i’m stronger than they see me, i be ballin’ up on tv
can’t compare myself to n0body ’cause n0body could be me
yeah, i be on that day
b+tch want me to be her daddy, i cannot invest
money on my mind and sh+t is written on my chest
young n+gga with a mind, in this game i’m playin’ a chess
jumpin’ through this sh+t, i got a hole in my pocket
been what i’m rappin’, i’m steppin’, i’ll make a million, no polish
i put my gas up on the pedal, they told me i needed college
now i’m drippin’ out head and toe, i ain’t never needed no stylist

[interlude]
i ain’t never need no stylist
i’m drippin bih’, [?]
i’m drippin’, can we be honest
b+tches hatin,’ they ain’t honest
n+ggas talkin’, they ain’t on it
b+tches talkin’, they ain’t on it
what the f+ck you know about me?
i be that n+gga, dead family
[chorus]
don’t play with fire, that sh+t daily
when the gun between your eyes made me realize
these n+ggas want my head but i’m alive
but y’all n+ggas had to cut ’em b+tches off
’cause i gotta lot of sh+t to prove
but they don’t really know the cost
ice in my veins, bad b+tches in my comments here
she don’t want the fame, i know my mama know i’m legendary
i don’t need no time ’cause i’m a hot boy git
352, i run this sh+t

[outro]
b+tch i run this sh+t
and you knew that, b+tch
yeah you knew it
i be that n+gga, dead family
i be that n+gga, dead family
[?]
yo’ ass is a memory

- dasgasdom3 lyrics

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