☠ so what i’m dead ☠ SOWHATIMDEAD (Ft. BOY FROOT)
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[Chrous; Derek Dean]
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
[Verse: Derek Dean]
I've been talking number two pencils
What's that get my lids sparked?
About to be filled with regret when my set starts
Shots shootin' like Bret Hart
Bethar Posted by the cemetery gates
Every Mary hates Scary place
Feel me, scary taste, aye Britney Spears my main bitch
How I'm feeling when the lane switch
How I'm dealin' when the game glitch
Why I'm killin' when the grain grip
Young Poltergeist and you know I told him twice I'm ridin' a floatin' motorbikes Post-mortem
Old advice It's that ghost of Christ
Lock your doors Dive in a dip in your pocket source I'm rockin' horse to rockin' horse I'm interceptin' and blockin' y'all I turned the club to a graveyard Hittin' like a hipster, made my daddy sigh
[Chrous; Derek Dean]
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
[Verse: Derek Dean]
I've been talking number two pencils
What's that get my lids sparked?
About to be filled with regret when my set starts
Shots shootin' like Bret Hart
Bethar Posted by the cemetery gates
Every Mary hates Scary place
Feel me, scary taste, aye Britney Spears my main bitch
How I'm feeling when the lane switch
How I'm dealin' when the game glitch
Why I'm killin' when the grain grip
Young Poltergeist and you know I told him twice I'm ridin' a floatin' motorbikes Post-mortem
Old advice It's that ghost of Christ
Lock your doors Dive in a dip in your pocket source I'm rockin' horse to rockin' horse I'm interceptin' and blockin' y'all I turned the club to a graveyard Hittin' like a hipster, made my daddy sigh
[Chrous; Derek Dean]
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
I turn the club to a graveyard
Feel like I can't get close to make my day, sir
I turn the club to a graveyard
So what, you ain't know that I'm dead, bitch
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