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ross rhime - deadass. lyrics

[intro]
yeahyeah
ross rhime in this b-tch
like dead-ss
i already k!lled this sh-t
yikes!
this is ain’t chaos x man
yeahyeahyeahyeahwait uh
doin’ that while i’m in bath uh
my b-tch is all on my racks uh
you guess so
ayyyyyyyyyyyy

[hook]
sauce up the hoe like a cloud-like i’m
drippin the water whip like i’m the ryder ayy
you haters keep saying i’m mumbling b-tch
i can go fast like i’m ready to rumble ayy

[verse 1]
take a wigga b-tch to the beach
and f-ck her to the end of this summer yeah
jump on that bih’ and keep makin’ her feel good
p-ssy so tight might i f-ck it till cooked
i’m coming straight outta whiteroof brodie
no makeup now you look good shorty
9 on my head
beats painted red
b-tch had no rent
i can’t f-ck with the fed
sleep on my crew
do what you do
i make you wigga sh-t, pant full of poo
money keeps rolling like d-mn hula hoop
choas got magic he knows how to cook
educated by the music ain’t by big books
nowadays ain’t full song sick hooks
you got no honor that’s why you’re the crook
god always watching now look how you shook
i’m fly like a b-tterfly
hit her like a bee
started rapping when i was 16
now i’m getting money like a big greens
takin’ big meds cause i ain’t feel this
f-ck lil xan i’m not poppin’ pills
mouth got grills but talk is not real
n0body is the best ain’t an ideal
how can you steal
what you can feel
you said i must do this
for getting my meal
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
be the f-cking rich while you swimming in the money pool
you countin’ your hunnids but your inside is still f-cking poor
yess you big like an -ss of a baboon
i can blast your head like a balloon
you wiggas looking like childhood cartoons
did you find yourself from the foster’s doom?

[bridge]
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
get the f-ck outta room
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
get the f-ck outta room
yeah!

[hook]
sauce up the hoe like a cloud-like i’m
drippin the water whip like i’m the ryder ayy
you haters keep saying i’m mumbling b-tch
i can go fast like i’m ready to rumble ayy

[bridge]
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
get the f-ck outta room

[alternative beat]

[bridge]
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
b-tch, you so fool
get the f-ck outta room

[verse]
man i’m just a f-cking psycho
k!ll me with your rifle uh
sadness keeps hurting it on over my chest
if world would be like this i can’t have the rest
put a wigga in the test
can he be the best
all over the world, east to west
yuh yuh
yuh yuh yuh
yuh yuh
yuh yuh yuh

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