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dom corleo – dead already lyrics

[intro]
what, what
yeah, yeah, come on

[verse]
b+tch, i’m already dead, i had my funeral
my shooters they holdin’ the casket, we bussin’ at they funeral
gelato, we smokin’ on cookie
roll up, i’m blowin’ that cookie
i know that lil’ hoe wanna f+ck, i told her pull up wit’ the p+ssy
and i feel like wayne sometimes, ’cause i wanna f+ck on them girls
i’m in that range sometimes, i got a lil’ blood on the pedals
i’m spendin’ a hunnid on lunch, b+tch, my sweater is stoney
i spend like a hunnid on guns, i shoot at my b+tch for goin’
i told my b+tch i’d k!ll her if she left
how the f+ck i …
ah, i’m outta breath
i don’t even sip the lean no more
i had to quit that sh+t months ago
after my brother almost died
can’t sip the lean no more, i let my cup get kicked
my little brother almost died, now i’m on that h0m+cide sh+t
i feel like jordan carter, talkin’ ’bout homicide
i woke up early this morning, told her suck my d+ck
b+tch, i’m the goat, it ain’t no period
i tell every hoe that i’m nasty, i f+ck on my b+tch on her period
i take of the top of the roof, the ‘cedes, the benz, the coupe
i was bein’ bad in school, i’m a bad influence too
i’m runnin’ them packs, packs, packs
these diamonds shinin’ on my neck, when i’m hoppin out the ‘cat
i ain’t f+ckin’ that girl, the p+ssy smellin’ like scat
can’t give a b+tch the world, when you don’t even got that
[outro]
i’m talkin’ ’bout you lame ass f+ckin’ rappers man
stop actin’ like you god
don’t n0body f+ckin’ know who you are
f+ckin’ lame as f+ck
broke and sh+t

- dom corleo lyrics

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