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lns masu - deadsons, pt. 2 lyrics

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your hoe she suckin, i’m training
they on the games i be playin
i be flexin thumbing through checks
i be ballin like kobe cuz a young n-gga next

dive in that p-ssy that sh-ts super wet
can’t love a thottie they good for that neck
finessin these n-ggas i hide in my sock
b-tch you know i be cool on that block

kickin her out like karate
she suckin the d-ck she flex wearing palates
b-tch i never gave my heart
to no more f-ckin thotties

i guess i be ballin like scottie
look at my eyes i be rollin off molly
i pour a 4 up into my fanta
and you know i lean like a zombie

deadsons cool in the trap aye
deadson cool in the trap
deadsons cool in the trap aye
deadsons 2 in the trap

deadsons cool in the trap aye
deadsons 2 in the trap
deadsons 2 in the trap aye
deadsons cool in the trap

i just be out here i’m spitting this fire
your girl hit me up and she hitting my line
and i p-ss her away cuz i don’t got the time
and these thotties they always come up with these lies

she lyin to her mans so i f-ck her again
i walk in the bank and i’m gettin these bands
she throwing he back i be throwing these racks
took her to crib and i hit from the back

yuh deadsons cool in the trap
yuh deadsons 2 in the trap
yuh deadsons cool in the trap
yuh deadsons 2 in the trap

yuh deadsons cool in the trap
yuh deadsons 2 in the trap
yuh deadsons cool in the trap
yuh deadsons 2 in the trap aye

your b-tch she bad, she basic
i do not f-ck with your fake sh-t
n-ggas they mad they be hating
i do not f-ck with your fake sh-t

up on the sequel i’m with my people
b-tches they mad i’m evil kinevil
mc hammer, i’m finna ram her
you cannot touch me i’m here with my scammers

hittin that spliff, i f-ck then i dip
i’m smokin on pack and i’m hittin these l!cks
i put in the tip she screamin and sh-t
i’m drippin designer you know i’m rich

can’t love a hoe you ignorant b-tch
givenchy i’m rockin got ice on my wrist
you know that i’m swaggin i’m up with the gang
i reload the clip puttin one in my brain

i’m makin the dough i’m f-ckin your hoe
i’m countin these bands it never get old
i’m countin them o’s your b-tch in my zone
hittin the l!cks and i’m p-ssin these hoes

pour up a duece ya i’m pourin a four
c-ckin it back puttin one in your dome
she up on my d-ck and she askin for more
f-ckin her once then i send her -ss home

n-ggas they mad don’t want me to succeed
smokin a gram b-tch i’m packin the green
gettin so high until i cannot see
my minds always flowin like waves in the sea

im 17 and i’m makin these raps
backwoods you know i be smokin on pack
masu the damager up in the trap
opps always tweakin off cocaine and crack

deadsons cool in the trap aye
deadson cool in the trap
deadsons cool in the trap aye
deadsons 2 in the trap

deadsons cool in the trap aye
deadsons 2 in the trap
deadsons 2 in the trap aye
deadsons cool in the trap

- lns masu lyrics

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