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wordz (sa) - doa (dead on arrival) lyrics

[intro: ghoust]
yeah, yah, yah, yah, yah
yah, yah. yah, yah, yah
i got the blunt in rotation
lean got me numb i can not feel my face
lean got me numb i can’t feel anything
till i’m worth a hundred and fifty

[verse 1: a-reece]
won’t stop till i’m rich
glacier cup on me, i’m slow when i sit
counting up hundreds, i won’t even blink
paper-cut fingers, there’s blood in the sink
you wish you could live how i live
shooting my shot no -ssists
don’t ask what a young n-gga’s mixing, i’m pleading a fifth
i look like a l1ck
okay! let me get it again?
won’t stop till i’m rich
glacier cup on me, i’m slow when i sit
counting up hundreds, i won’t even blink
paper-cut fingers, there’s blood in the sink
you wish you could live how i live
shooting my shot no -ssists
don’t ask what a young n-gga’s mixing, i’m pleading a fifth
i look like a l1ck
(exhales)

[bridge: imp tha don]
got the location, got the location, i’m cuffin’ your baby
ain’t much to do when the opp in your face
n-gga we made it, no need for no majors
i’m way too blessed like the boy in the manger
i’m like the sun cause i’m shining all day
i got the blunt in rotation
lean got me numb, i cannot feel my….

[verse 2: wordz]
f-ck did you think?
rolling this blunt and it look like a stick
counting this money, i can’t even think
balling in clubs, you think that you rich
my life is a movie, come see how we live
i look like a l1ck
straight from the tap, no cap on my drip
won’t die till i’m rich, and we forever lit
cream of the crop, we the one’s they gon pick
man, all by my boys in a few we gon dip, man
recline on the third floor, we rolling a spliff
this sh-t ain’t gon change, it gon stay how it is
lit that sh-t up and let me take a hit, yeah
from the bottom and now look where a n-gga is

[verse 3: ghoust]
f-ck what you think, trouble and it look like a lit
i got your b-tch here convinced, she f-ck with the clique
look at the sh-t that i did, trapped dancing up in crib
we up in the south
you know i came from the west with a blunt in my mouth
and i roll up a jet, i’m gone (phew)
and i flex on my ex’s, she asking if i’m going hard

[outro: krish & wordz]
hop about the, hop about the
hop about the the coupe
f-ck no cap
top of the coupe
hop out the coupe
all of my goons, yeah they ready, they shoot
get it in cash, we stuff in the boot
i took my top off, cut of the roof (cut of the roof, yeah)
stop with no cap, in fact we done with all that
how you in it to lose?

- wordz sa lyrics

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