$ega 死 お金 愛 (artist) – yourealreadydead lyrics
[verse 1: $ega 死 お金 愛]
f+cking up a boy ’cause he talking all that sh+t
got your b+tch at my crib yea, she sucking on my d+ck
don’t need 4 + 20 ’cause we smoking on your kids
hit like 1+2 l!cks, hate twelve they some pigs
like 1,3,1,4
drifting in a f+cking ford
drugs in my blood
please feed me f+cking more
ominvs on this sh+t
take the world
take a pic
exploring war and we do it for the f+ck of it
been on my peggy sh+t since before 5th grade
i don’t got a handgun gonna throw a grenade
we walking in the bank and we finna get paid
been with my gang i ain’t got sh+t to say
i don’t really give a f+ck if you blasting at my homies
don’t talk on my name ’cause girl you don’t know
you just another one in the females who want me
i’ve seen everything you don’t got sh+t to show me
finna call biinjo he mounted with a scope
sh+ts still set on your heart, better hope
’cause if we pull up and your necks in a rope
police got called on the sh+t that i wrote
throat f+cking itching off this song
they wanna bring me back, but i’m too far gone
you know i’ll never lack, got a vest with a bomb
i’m way past evil, i can’t right my wrongs
slit your f+cking wrist and i hang you with a wire
say she love me i know she is a liar
robbing motherf+ckers needing money, sh+t’s dire
walked in this b+tch and we set it on fire
[bridge, spoken: $ega 死 お金 愛]
yo bro, what the f+ck is that?
yo bro, what the f+ck is that?
[verse 2: omvins]
p+put a n+gga up for ransom
kick his [?] like he was really going phantom
[?]
i’ma turn a p+ssy into a motherf+ckin’ dancer
sucker i got kickback
you bet i flip that
your girl got flat back
your girl i hit that
dummy [?] now i’m smoking on big pack
[?]
shut up and listen
why the f+ck you testing me n+gga? you know i’m tired of the bullsh+t
you p+ssies be spitting out all the time, make a fortune
[?] for a better life, sounds adornment
a feature from you? b+tch, i’d rather die
b+tch! y+y+you ain’t touchin’ this height
you ain’t livin’ this life
you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t live with two [?]
ptsd [?] so my life ain’t really ain’t right
i been stressin’ way too much, feel like i’m running out of time
life is too short b+tch
all these ‘lil n+ggas [?] like my nickname [?]
f+ck that sh+t, you can live longer with [?]
f+ck this industry, my friends will send you to the orbit
i always hating on you ’cause i’m tryna make a fortune
you use other songs but these n+ggas act like they own me
you was praying on my downfall, glad to see you falling
b+b+tch don’t f+cking touch me i’ma rip out an organ
hit you, dead
i hit you, dead
hit you, dead
i hit you, dead
hit you, dead
i hit you, dead
hit you, dead, yeah
i hit you, dead
[verse 3: biinjo]
fix up your godd+mn song, you got b+tch flow
plow on a godd+mn woman, now your b+tch know
my name, f+ck wit’ my game, we ain’t near the same
insane, i go insane, please stay in ya’ lane
who the f+ck you think you talkin’ to?
i want none of that
take a minute just to think it through
or i’ma run it back
punchin’ hands fast
you be thinkin’ there were ten of me
shout+out kami for the last bar
no offendin’ me
f+ck wit’ the mainstream art
i ain’t ever gonna be with that sh+t, stay apart
feelin’ jaded, not a stone in the mix, hit the cart
then i pass it ’round a circle ’til we all seein’ stars
hol’ up, slow this sh+t
movin’ like a snail (slow as sh+t)
i’ma take a genre (i’ma own that sh+t)
stare into the eyes of death and i still feel calm as a b+tch
hit a swisher, not sweet, stay bitter
suicide, see another wrist, i slit her
cold as the eyes of a snake, sh+t slither
got another b+tch every week, dime a dozen
take a hit right off the blunt, big huffin’
yo hoe talk too much, b+tch, stuff it
never f+ck wit’ the sh+t below, stay above it
tuggin’ on me, think that i ain’t tied to the underground
gotta a few homies in my clique, they stay h+lla loud
sh+t, better pass this off, h+lla clean
hey changeline, hop in this scene
[verse 4: changeline]
o+o+okay now, bow ‘lil b+tch
i’ma go mad
i’ma go ape sh+t
when i need to put ’em at their place
i’m making ‘lil blips
they finding me weird
especially when i go, “boup bip”
but when i see their body done, i take a ‘lil sip (slurp)
huh
my condition be to die for
(get the pun?)
talking ’bout the queers struggling
for once more
boy you see you gon’ get beat up by that pretty ‘lil wh0re
they already dead, but they want a war
(ooaaaah what the f+ck?!)
when i get out my zone, never towards the shore
i prefer to go high to the mountain i adore
when they tryna beat my head up but it’s hard like rushmore
they be all so bigoted while listening to queercore
when they blast me up in their speakers
no b+tch i don’t need none of your liqours
they faking happiness when they cry behind stickers
of smiling faces, it’s a curse
when you reach out
huh
too much
uh+huh
all your eyes pressuring me like i’m in a f+cking church
and i hate that
ouais
i don’t text back
all of those d+mn h+rny men want my ass slapped (hop on my lap lad)
breed that ‘lil brat like a motherf+ckin’ dog
they bee feeding on every ‘lil sh+t like a blob
ouais the game i unclog
in a flash like a hawk
when i drove the track you go, “wow!”
ow, baby, ow
you a goddess, ominvs said it
you’re all talk so do it less
huh, piggy bank all you want
that’s a menace
ouais, you ain’t smart
you just brainless
change!
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