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lil yungeen – dead homies كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ayy, ayy
gang sh_t only, n_gga
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, man (djbeatsonfire, you did this?)
2300 gang, n_gga, you know how the f_ck we rockin’, n_gga
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon’ get your ass smoked (glah, glah)
get caught likin’ the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
i can get your cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
f_ck you think this fame for? (glah)
we the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
i’m with all them k!llers thuggin’
hit the city, i’m in a hot car, i’m with all my n_ggas buggin’
auntie call my phone through facebook, tell me squash it with my brother
this sh_t so deep right now, i catch him, i k!ll his ass in public, n_gga

[verse]
i don’t like them n_ggas, they don’t like my n_ggas (ayy, ayy)
and i’m too rich to be fightin’ them n_ggas (yeah, yeah)
he was talkin’ sh_t, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, n_gga (here go your diapеr, n_gga)
you ain’t into it with gang for real
you don’t own your own pipe, lil’ n_gga (broke_ass n_gga)
with your brokе ass, n_gga (f_ck wrong with you?)
we ain’t tolerate no fake opps (ain’t no fake opps)
they can’t post up in they hood
they call somebody else hit they block (grr)
free trell 2300
only one i love from 4 block
kd got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot, ayy (what? what?)
if n_ggas ain’t die, they on the sh_t bag
for drilly, it’s a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (gdk)
and i f_cked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
regular glock on me in case i run up out that switch kind, glah (grr)
we get litty in the city (city, what?)
they had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted ’em on them glizzys (city, what?)
we don’t say “no cap” for foenem, me and lil’ bro ‘nem say “no kizzy” (city, what?)
all the opps know how we ride, n_gga, we gon’ spin ’til we get dizzy, n_gga
neil u b_tch, n_gga, doin’ all that dissin’ but
we ain’t doin’ no diss

[verse 2]
f_ck my brother, i told ’em he gotta go and get shot, he slide through (come here)
the night drilly died, if you was there, just know you dyin’ too (gang)
ask the opps from edk, next day, they ass was down two (down, man down)
h_llfire on the back of that glock, sound like a switch, it soundproof (brrah)
and i agreed to keep your son name out my mouth and i ain’t lied (let’s get it)
all the guns and chains and cars took out the city, ain’t none mine
i took sh_t on the chin three different times, so stop all that cryin’ (p_ssy_ass n_gga)
we put belt to ass, we spankin’ sh_t (come here), y’all still actin’ like y’all up (come here, come here)
sleazy vibes, what’s_his_name got hit in his sh_t, he called for help (ah)
he ain’t do it but still said, “f_ck ’em,” so he did that to himself (b_tch_ass n_gga)
block too hot, we can’t post up, we get to hangin’ down on wells (man, what?)
in the ‘6, ask the streets, i’m bigger than yeezy, i’m the g.o.a.t. (bigger than yeezy)
ain’t no g’s, we catch ’em, squeeze before the keys get in the door (‘fore the keys get in the door)
lil wock with me, he spinnin’ three times even though my boy a 4 (spin, spin, spin)
opps died, we don’t brag no more, we get to yellin’, “go” (man, what?) we know they your dead homies n_gga

[outro]
djbeatsonfire
yeah
(i catch him, i k!ll his ass in public, n_gga)
lil yungeen
f_ck edk

- lil yungeen

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