dennis cometti - deadshit lyrics
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he’s smoking cones in the bush
there’s a trolli pile in his bag
he’s hucking rocks at cars
you know he’s not going to class
he’s a deadsh+t baby (he’s a deadsh+t, deadsh+t)
sparkler bombs and broken glass
look him in the eye and he’ll drop you on your ass
don’t turn around or drop your gutt
or take your bike or your board or take your phone or your card
he’s a deadsh+t baby
(he’s a deadsh+t, deadsh+t)
he’s a deadsh+t baby
(he’s a deadsh+t, deadsh+t)
he’s a deadsh+t baby
(he’s a deadsh+t, deadsh+t)
he’s a deadsh+t baby
(he’s a deadsh+t, dеadsh+t)
he’s a deadsh+t baby
(he’s a dеadsh+t, deadsh+t)
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