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iam_rubio - deadend$ ft. yabraly lyrics

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verse 1 (rubio)
pull up in ah droptop
baby wanna hot box
bodies getting dropped off
f-ck being on the watch
motherf-ck an opp
he a p-ssy if he talks
might have to come over for a stop
ra ta ta ta with my new choppa
in a gt doing swerves
these b-tches getting on my nerves
i throw them out on the curve
seaside is my f-cking turf
i make any b-tch moan
v lifestyle like v lone
i tell the b-tch to watch her tone
or i might just leave her on her own
she tells me she don’t want that
so shawty moved that -ss back
and i hit her with a smack
and went back to counting racks
now i’m all about the paper
you ain’t nothing so see you later

chorus (rubio)
this the f-cking dead ends
where my enemies and friends
yeah
this the f-cking dead ends
where my enemies and friends
yeah
this the f-cking dead ends
where my enemies and friends
yeah
this the f-cking dead ends
where my enemies and friends
yeah

bridge (rubio)
f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that b-tch
and f-ck that sh-t

verse 2 (yabraly)
red dot on the spot
keep a b-tches -ss bent down
hit it from the back
watch that -ss shake like a maniac
gucci on my bag
money on my mind
xanxs on the bag
cookie by the ounce
b-tch i gotta stay down
dripping diamonds wet
make a p-ssy wet and stay down
d-mn she gave me neck
like she was kim k
i was on some sh-t
money on my head
all this money sh-t
gotta get my bread
b-tches carry late
b-tch i keep my sh-t



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