Everybody Dead lyrics

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I could've f*cked a hundred lame-o's. but I know inside my head
That that would mean that I was never loyal from the start
And you know everybody hatin', I want everybody dead
Every time she mother catch her thawed out to the head
And they not even movin' and they [?] they roulette
And if he putting out [?] and they light us to a thread (You know it!)
Put money on your birkin', on your maker give me bread
'Cause everyone who playin' with me, you'll be put to bed
'Cause I don't play with no money
And you don't play about your baby