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number foe - dead niccas lyrics

[intro]
i said
dead ass n+gga (dead ass n+gga, man)
dead ass n+gga (do we have a problem?)

[chorus]
quese (f+ck him), mombay (f+ck him), bezzal (pluck him), paypay (tuck him), doom doom (f+ck him), rooga (f+ck him), t+percs, and t+shirts (we popped him)
he od’d
no more med
bobo died
that’s a car wreck
goin’ too fast, you can’t stop that
ayy, b+tterball why they do that? (d+mn)

[verse 1]
these n+ggas gon’ die when i catch ’em
smokin’ dead opps tryna see who the next one (baow)
young n+gga got put on a stretcher
you ain’t do sh+t, but make a song
gone tell ’em (stupid)
these n+ggas make choppa see red
tryna open my eyes, ’til another opp dеad
lil’ bro lost half of his dreads
stop screamin’ 4k, you ain’t livin’ like that (lil’ drac’)
‘forе i gone start speakin’ my mind let me tell everybody these bodies ain’t mine (man, nah)
young n+gga had took them percs, it was close to the first, that sh+t had crushed him (t+percy)
better not get caught in no car
he pulled over on the main street, k!llers had flushed him (mombay)
og got shot in his leg tryna reach for a dice
h+ll nah, you can’t touch ’em (that’s quese)
the other nine probably still be flyin’, went straight through the window, superman brother
i know [?] tried to run from the fact he got stabbed in the back like a n+gga ain’t trust him (pay)
young n+ggas on go too fast
‘fore i took my shot, no good had rushed him (free ’em)
bjg standin’ on business
they speakin’ on us, these bullets must’ve touched him (get your b+tch ass here)
[chorus]
quese (f+ck him), mombay (f+ck him), bezzal (pluck him), paypay (tuck him), doom doom (f+ck him), rooga (f+ck him), t+percs (f+ck him), and t+shirts (we popped him)
he od’d
no more med
bobo died
that’s a car wreck (skrrt)
goin’ too fast, you can’t stop that
ayy, b+tterball why they do that? (d+mn)

[verse 2]
couple n+ggas got away from that fire
screamin’ jbg, boy you really fanned out (jr. boss)
fifty rounds out a hole in his back
and he would’ve been dead if he never ran out (free juju)
young n+gga sent a dummy on the mission
should’ve came by his self
he done shot up the house (d+mn)
n+gga lyin’ like they shot lil’ nate
he was throwin’ up 4
n+gga tell me how sixty shots and ain’t n0body dead? (money bag)
they was duckin’ they head with they guns on the ground (get low)
and it’s so many opps i could smoke on
let me tell y’all, hol’ up, rollin’ up now (haha)

[chorus]
quese, mombay (duh) bezzal (f+ck him), paypay (f+ck him), doom doom (f+ck him), rooga (haha), t+percs, and t+shirts (ayy)
he od’d
no more med
bobo died (bobo)
that’s a car wreck (skrrt)
goin’ too fast, you can’t stop that (d+mn)
ayy, b+tterball why they do that?
[outro: number foe & problemchild tez]
n+gga, you know what the f+ck goin’ on
bring your dead ass here (7k, aight)
7k, 9k, man
2023, another opp pack on the way
you hear me?
bezzal head (should’ve kept your head up, man), yeah (tell him pick his face up, man), yeah
free gmg
free everybody
free juju, free sixty, man (long live, man)
free bjg (you hear me?)
big bankroll
you hear me?
free no good
you hear me?
long live, long live foe’nem
free foe’nem, man
blrrdd, blrrdd, bring your b+tch ass here, n+gga

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