Dead Men Don’t Talk Indo G (Ft. Project Pat)
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(Hook x4, Project Pat & [Indo G])
Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk
Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk]
(Verse 1, Indo G)
I'm oh-so oh-so fresh, when I send shots on my block
And I'm somewhat fuckin coool, clientele won't stop
Five for the fifth, or just ten for the pill
Niggas chill as I slides to the side, Coupe DeVille
Peel caps on a busta, see hes a stupid motherfucka
Talkin shit about my business, you best to duck
I got'chu on the infrared, in a mess; where you goin
I hope you got nine lives cause you bodies will have holes in and out
Pull ups on Johnson, yo I stacks up and chill
Come on just let us buy, just some twenty dollar bills
Is you is or is you ain't the D.E.A. or cluckers?
Hope you ain't them folks, cause you some dead motherfuckas
That's all a nigga know, is a pocket full of bolos
Fresh sparklin BITCH, so motherFUCK some Polo's
I'll never get a job, it's too much cheese in my hood
As long as I'm bout my hustle, I'm a nigga up to no good
(Hook x4, Project Pat & [Indo G])
Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk
Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk]
Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk
Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk]
(Verse 1, Indo G)
I'm oh-so oh-so fresh, when I send shots on my block
And I'm somewhat fuckin coool, clientele won't stop
Five for the fifth, or just ten for the pill
Niggas chill as I slides to the side, Coupe DeVille
Peel caps on a busta, see hes a stupid motherfucka
Talkin shit about my business, you best to duck
I got'chu on the infrared, in a mess; where you goin
I hope you got nine lives cause you bodies will have holes in and out
Pull ups on Johnson, yo I stacks up and chill
Come on just let us buy, just some twenty dollar bills
Is you is or is you ain't the D.E.A. or cluckers?
Hope you ain't them folks, cause you some dead motherfuckas
That's all a nigga know, is a pocket full of bolos
Fresh sparklin BITCH, so motherFUCK some Polo's
I'll never get a job, it's too much cheese in my hood
As long as I'm bout my hustle, I'm a nigga up to no good
(Hook x4, Project Pat & [Indo G])
Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk
Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk]
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