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yeat - dead rising lyrics

dead rising lyrics
[intro]
clibbo your crazy for this one!
oogie mane k!lled it (haha!)
i’m workin on dyin’
okay, okay (yeah!)

[chorus]
they be f+ckin’ with the sauce, so i told ’em to keep on, hold on
cookin’ inside of the studio, sh+t like a f+ckin’ [?] though
if i go up to the top and get rich, then i’m puttin’ my bros on
i know that your broke and it’s funny ’cause my money is more than what you got

[verse]
yeah, yeah, ridin’ around in the city in the top, [?] check on my earlobe
takin’ a look inside of my bank, i got money
i got a whole lot of them zeroes (b+tch)
f+ck it, can still rap about of the sh+t they don’t do
but you really think that they hero (wow)
b+tch, i feel like a dolphin inside of the water, thе way i see you die
no, i don’t need you, believе me
you can just check the receipts, woke up like a baller
yeah, i was broke, [?] all swag, [?]
as you can see that i do what i muh’f+ckin’ want
no, i don’t care bout the followers
big bank b+tch ask me, yeah, what i want, i told her all of it
smokin’ when i turn up, turn up, told ’em i’m not turnin’ up
i got percs, exotic [?], yeah, i got my money long
yeah, mix it with that [?]
no, i don’t wear vlone, money tall like a gnome
yeah, the beat is just oogie and clibbo
you know i can’t do bad
yeah, they seein’ the way that i move
and they ask me how do i do that
for sure, i walk inside of the mall and i got me a new bag
alright, when i told him to hear, he came back with a big bag
yeah, if you know me, you know i ain’t going out bad
this smoke in my lung got me feelin’ my chest
out for a week, no, i don’t never rest
playin’ this sh+t like a game like chess
i rock the vetement, swear, this no gas
i’m bout to come from the money, my bad
[?] you hear what i said
we go up for real, no i’m not signing no deal, no
she look it back with my hand on my limbs, she said whats your deal?
go, go, go outside today and tell ’em it’s real
yeah, i know it’s sad for you, i won’t pay for you
inside the mall it’s pay+per+view
brand new wave, brand new man for you
get it, get it, this whip was made for two
real baby, so hop out cradle for you
goin’ crazy, got molly, i’m seein’ right through
i just got the bank so i’m tellin’ the stu’, yeah
[chorus]
they be f+ckin’ with the sauce, so i told ’em to keep on, hold on
cookin’ inside of the studio, [?] though
if i go up to the top and get rich, then i’m puttin’ my bros on
i know that your broke and it’s funny ’cause my money is more than what you got

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