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deala - they screamin' mayday lyrics

[1 verse: deala]
deala gonna talk ’bout assh0l+s who are fragile
wanted to play with us any game but they sucked, it was really facile
d+ckheads start to get nutty
go along the street n see yo’ f+ckin’ buddy
with a b+tch, he sold ya, i told ya
all of yo’ b+tches like you call ’em ‘homies’ leave stranded ya one day
yo’ f+ckin’ team will go straight to the bottom of the bay
they’ve become tha m+th+f+ckin’ traitors
i really don’t give a f+ck if they’re my haters
neva trust any dyk+ b+tch
modern assh0l+s afraid of tha sh+t if they got mic glitch
deala gonna get assemblеd
with his homies at a certain time, if assholеs know it, they will anyway get trembled
our supposin’ is y’all lost a long time ago yo’ m+th+f+ckin’ manhood
i don’t wanna make my hands get dirty f’real, so i gonna give dat sh+tty errands fo’ my homies n fo’ yo’ ass it will be not so good
it must be a last time fo’ the m+th+f+cka like you to enjoy the food
i give the time, don’t worry
then you’ll be transported in the box on the f+ckin’ lorry
we gonna throw dat yo’ f+ckin’ homies n ya out into the bay
so, now, they screamin’ mayday

[2 verse: entears]
king eny, check you got the signal, king eny, check you got the mayday
friends, enemies, neighbors, they’re screamin for your name
it’s hasty getting fame, it’s nasty
they kinda k!ll your vide, pray for the blessings, god is on your bad sins
cleanse all your neat dreams, improve your mad sk!lls
yeah we had no same things, mayday from the angels by the dove prince
with white clothes, it’s god plans
i heard the strange sounds from the heaven by the angels
i’ve got the message, telling that i’ll be successful
distress me, feel relived as we got to live
here it is, we lived unfree, life goes for real i do it for real, still try to heal, the pain is deep
people trap our souls, give us little hope
convince us to get what thy want
we earn less, we end up poor, screaming for more
you snoozed, you lost, you coward, you crying, thy yellin at you
f+ckin get up + to do it, it’s time + to do it
[3 verse]
yeah! so, yo’ fat ass get strained
one of the coolest song by deala was named ‘by the poker table’
degradation of the modern assh0l+s is stable
hesitation that you’re man is confirmed by tha f+ckin’ label
affiliation to make tha real ol’ skool hit is done by the cable
ya think if you bought one expensive rim, you’d be a man?
it duzn’t fit to yo’ f+ckin’ dirty+cheap, ‘cuz it’s dim n deala duzn’t give a d+mn
at this time ya consider you know somethang ’bout the real life
how can you say ’bout that in tha modern sh+t if you neva been stabbed by the knife
real men recommend ya to go to the pub n find there a good wife
but that wife can cost ’round 20 dollars fo’ the night
we don’t give a d+mn what can be happened to ya, wanna step to me? i’m always ready fo’ the fight
found the n+gga on the social media to make the feat
he wanted to get the dough from it but i said get out on yo’ m+th+f+ckin’ street
dat’s the main question in the f+ckin’ modern life what the f+ck people get acquainted n later beg the money
these assh0l+s just ain’t know they will be in the sh+t that’s so runny + in one day
n later fo’ sho’ they screamin’ mayday

- deala lyrics

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