Lyrics:
I dont know y'all, yo y'all niggas know the new me
I just came to stunt better never call me bougie
When she do her thing got me feeling like
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Chorus:
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let`s fight today.
You know I don`t
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
vehicle wasn't high performance
Took a left, you better do it fast
The vehicle's going past, lookin' like informers
Lean pourin' on my left
I got around
' feels better, it feels so right, baby
Feel me inside you
Nothin' feels better, oh baby
Oh, let's make love tonight
Love me by candle light, turn off
happnin' charlie B
Aye
Talk some get some
By the way
I was coolin at the crib
And I turned on the tv
Like how relaxed can I get
Then I made som' to eat eat
nigga
Now I got to change, you ain't got nothin' to do with me
I'm goin' to Hell, nigga
My baby mama don't fuck with me no more
Can't my thug with
makes the world go 'round
Who made the beat? Charlie (yee)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier
nothin' for you to pass me and get broke
I been like this
Since the lickle youth
Stickin' cats for better major Skittles, too
Now Or Later's, Jolly Rangers
' feels better, it feels so right, baby
Feel me inside you
Nothin' feels better, oh baby
Oh, let's make love tonight
Love me by candle light, turn off
give a damn bout how other folks
Treat you man
I just wanna let you know pimp,
You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
Real Talk
[Chorus]
I know
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product
gonna do it just do it
There ain't nothin to it
There ain't nothin to it
I try to tell em too many times
Now I do this by lonely every time
I ain't never
gonna do it just do it
There ain't nothin to it
There ain't nothin to it
I try to tell em too many times
Now I do this by lonely every time
I ain't never
dream
And I do it for the people, and do it for the King
Don't speak for me, real talk don't speak for me
Got my own thoughts, got my own voice, got my
stressed him
Still, show up the next night
God bless him
Rolling face
Threw my back into it
Amazed by my waist
Asked me how I do it
Got the wild side of me
[Chorus]
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
When it comes to shout
They look like they hate me, I just look away
I just chill here, on my lonelys
Better by myself, prefer to be alone, yeah
I can't feel, nothin' I'm too
many on Sunday
They be speaking on gunplay
Acting tough but ain't gon' swing
I was alone and the phone rang
It better be money
I know what you told
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
lay you sideways
Hop in the back girls, freaky Fridays!
If you got beef, then you better step up bitch
Hollywood Undead ain't nothin' to fuck with
lay you sideways
Hop in the back girls, freaky Fridays
If you got beef, then you better step up bitch
Hollywood Undead ain't nothin' to fuck with
the devil
Yea you do it good but I'm doin it better
I run up I come up I'm cold like the weather
I'm always protected I got me a sweater
You know that I want
do her thing
Imma sit back, and I
Won't say nothing, nothing, nothing
Don't say nothin'
(You can't believe everything)
Sit right there and look sexy
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