DeadGame lyrics

[Intro]
You know Borleone shot this sh*t
Grrah (Grrah-Grrah)
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Top 2 and I'm not 2 b*tch
Kenzo B
All Ima say is, this my last time responding to you bum ass b*tches
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[Verse 1]
Stop the act for the net
All you b*tches ain't what y'all be claiming to be
Ya b*tches know I was made for the streets
Them lil b*tches gon die all like spinning on feet
That b*tch a lil body I'll put her to sleep
I don't need a knocka bet her ass getting beat
Got the scalp when I see her I hope she got energy
I'm tryna fix up her teeth like
f*ck is wrong, I'm tryna link up in person
But these b*tches love writing songs
I'm like f*ck it let's do it
Hope they know sh*t get deeper then music
But how they gon keep confusing a b*tch talking facts
With a cappin lil b*tch who just rap
And when b*tches run into me bet them b*tches ain't on sh*t
Tell lil Shani put it on her tat
When she see me she throwin that sh*t
b*tches be flashing the knocks for the vid
And that's how I could tell they ain't blowing that sh*t
So it's over, that b*tch ain't tough she was only a holster
Don't even wanna boom her but she talking to hot
So I can't promise that I won't poke her
And I could speak on the dead but I don't wanna smoke on her mans
Cause the way he went out he a floater
Show me you ku, when you see me you know what to do
You can't speak on no n*gga who love me to death
You just chatting bout sh*t you see on the tube
f*ck it let's all do this sh*t for the views
Cause I heard you got f*cked on the top of the stu
How you gon speak on the pus*y I popped in the crib
And you throwing it back on the roof
Are you dumb, b*tches be fanned out
They ain't dangerous, they just dissing and hoping they make it
Top 2 but she was number 2
I could tell she was tight but shawty tried to fake it
Real ass b*tch you can smell it in my fragrance
I'm too lit so them b*tches can't stand me
I pop my sh*t and I'm takin that risk
I'll be damned if I trip bout a b*tch lookin manly

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How the f*ck you dropping my jet and when you see my jet you show mad respect
You b*tches is dead butt


[Verse 2]
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f*ck all the politicing onna gram
I'm tired of playing games
Speaking on sh*t that you did at 15
b*tch so come and show me that ya body the same
Y'all know the vibes, ya drop a diss and before I respond
I be posted outside, Ya never slide
Stop acting crazy cause I know you b*tches ain't ready to die
And I seen Murda get it she can't
So imagine she run into me
That b*tch better have chop for the sh*t that she rant
If she don't hope that she fast on feet
Clown, better not run cause I'm flocking you down
I call up B and yk she the hound
When we spinnin on sh*t b*tches never around
And I bet she gon click till that b*tch hit the ground
Dead on arrival
Dissing me them b*tches suicidal
How b*tches switch and forget just a year ago
b*tches was ridin my di*k for a title
And a feature catch lil...on bro ima bleach her
Say she a demon but ion believe her
She a kid I got a chop put it down turn around
And thats word to my deads i'll beat her
Stupid
Do not run into me with a baby I don't wanna hear no excuses
I do not speak on the sh*t that I know but ya b*tches is hoes
Ya was never exclusive
Come and show me ya b*tches is ruthless
Like ya b*tches ain't showin me nothin
If b*tches don't spin after this I ain't jackin no dissin
Cause them b*tches really be frontin
And ya b*tches tight
Everyone linkin for videos don't wanna link up to fight
But it's alright
Don't wanna link in the send ya addy I pull up at night
And I keep me a stick they talking bout a knife
b*tches know I'm a tweak
Think she a glitch we send her to the light
And that b*tch better duck when she run into me
[Outro]
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Y'all b*tches better not make a song back
Because I'm not listenin to it