
Dead Already Dom Corleo
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[Intro]
What, what
Yeah, yeah, come on
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm already dead, I had my funeral
My shooters they holdin' the casket, we bussin' at they funeral
Gelato, we smokin' on cookie
Roll up, I'm blowin' that cookie
I know that lil' hoe wanna fuck, I told her pull up wit' the pussy
And I feel like Wayne sometimes, 'cause I wanna fuck on them girls
I'm in that Range sometimes, I got a lil' blood on the pedals
I'm spendin' a hunnid on lunch, bitch, my sweater is Stoney
I spend like a hunnid on guns, I shoot at my bitch for goin'
[Bridge]
I told my bitch I'd kill her if she left
How the fuck I-
Ah, I'm outta breath
I don't even sip the lean no more
I had to quit that shit months ago
After my brother almost died
[Verse 2]
Can't sip the lean no more, I let my cup get kicked
My little brother almost died, now I'm on that homocide shit
I feel like Jordan Carter, talkin' 'bout homicide
I woke up early this morning, told her suck my dick
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, it ain't no peery
I tell every hoe that I'm nasty, I fuck on my bitch on her period
I take of the top of the roof, the 'Cedes, the Benz, the coupe
I was bein' bad in school, I'm a bad influence too
I'm runnin' them packs, packs, packs
These diamonds shinin' on my neck, when I'm hoppin out the 'Cat
I ain't fuckin' that girl, the pussy smellin' like scat
Can't give a bitch the world, when you don't even got that
What, what
Yeah, yeah, come on
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm already dead, I had my funeral
My shooters they holdin' the casket, we bussin' at they funeral
Gelato, we smokin' on cookie
Roll up, I'm blowin' that cookie
I know that lil' hoe wanna fuck, I told her pull up wit' the pussy
And I feel like Wayne sometimes, 'cause I wanna fuck on them girls
I'm in that Range sometimes, I got a lil' blood on the pedals
I'm spendin' a hunnid on lunch, bitch, my sweater is Stoney
I spend like a hunnid on guns, I shoot at my bitch for goin'
[Bridge]
I told my bitch I'd kill her if she left
How the fuck I-
Ah, I'm outta breath
I don't even sip the lean no more
I had to quit that shit months ago
After my brother almost died
[Verse 2]
Can't sip the lean no more, I let my cup get kicked
My little brother almost died, now I'm on that homocide shit
I feel like Jordan Carter, talkin' 'bout homicide
I woke up early this morning, told her suck my dick
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, it ain't no peery
I tell every hoe that I'm nasty, I fuck on my bitch on her period
I take of the top of the roof, the 'Cedes, the Benz, the coupe
I was bein' bad in school, I'm a bad influence too
I'm runnin' them packs, packs, packs
These diamonds shinin' on my neck, when I'm hoppin out the 'Cat
I ain't fuckin' that girl, the pussy smellin' like scat
Can't give a bitch the world, when you don't even got that
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