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ysdbl, dennis the last, burnstorm & saint carter - ply lyrics

[chorus: dennis the last]
ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (ply)
ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (huh)
die (huh) die (huh) die (huh) die (huh)
ply (die) ply (die) ply (huh) ply (huh)

[verse 1: dennis the last]
i don’t know where to hide (hide)
everywhere i go i feel fly (fly)
my n+gga said that i’mma die (huh)
i don’t even know where to hide (hide)
ply, ply (who), ply (who), ply (who)
fly (huh), fly (huh), fly (huh), huh
you can’t tell when i’m high (high)
b+tch can’t see the site (site)
because i’m out of sight (huh)
run it back i’m too high (high)
you can touch me i won’t die (huh)
tell my b+tch i lied
she ain’t a 10 she’s a 5 (who)
you can’t rate coz i am fly (fly)

[chorus: dennis the last]
ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (ply)
ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (ply) ply (huh)
die (huh) die (huh) die (huh) die (huh)
ply (die) ply (die) ply (huh) ply (huh)

[verse 2: burnstorm]
running around in my city
with all of the realest ones we litty
its just me and the last dennis
cuz you know ysdbl a menace
i find that funny no penance
how you gon get around us you a felon
your b+tch p+ssy good like a melon
i ain’t know how you telling ’em
guess you ain’t us only you the malice
when we drink good we hold the chalice
to the n+gga who think money do sh+t
but all it did, was change the way you shift
and i don’t like the way you play around and drift
you think we the snakes but really you just dead weight
dead weight, wait, wait, wait

[verse 3: saint carter]
i heard that somebody is ready to die
running the stakes and i’m ready to fly
jealous b+tches, f+ck all in them in my time
chrome hearts, yeah this life is a crime
hollon b+tch, i ain’t ready to wed
all i do is just take you to bed
stacked jeans, that’s balenci on gang
hollup wait you ain’t a go getter
hollup wait you a b+tch
hollup wait you a sore loser
six on my bl!ck like a stitch
empty the clip in a cruiser
running your mouth getting packed up
tryna play chess, but you movin’ like checkers
fake+ass opps in a dm with lectures
tried to snake me, now i’m colder than ever
told her the truth, but she ain’t wanna listen
dead weight and i cut with precision
burnin’ your name in my ashtray
never been touched in the worst way
talkin’ on me for some clout, lame
you the reason she be actin’ fake
way too fake to the point she a snake

[outro: burnstorm]
i gotta plot
somebody don’t even wanna just talk to my eyes
and somebody just gonna die
basically, it’s a homicide
somebody don’t even know how’d they try
basically, you just became more p+ssy the moment you wanted to do some
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

- ysdbl dennis the last burnstorm saint carter lyrics

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