Search results for 'Deady'

like Kelly
Gang in the spot, we sliding we ready
Shoot up your spot, we leaving em deady, yeah
Deady on deady on deady, henny on henny
Henny on henny

uhuh uhuh
She already had one rolled already
Uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuh
To levitate and wol a meddy
Uhuh uhuh
De spliff ah buss this one ah deady deady deady

the sex appeal
From di man dem see mi dem ready fi mi
Nuh itsy bitsy nuh want nuh likkle bwoy weh deady deady 
From yuh see me yuh affi up n ready fi mi
Mi

you waan, but don't deady, deady
So bawl fi your mama, fi your papa
Me no matter by time the police come
The dance done already, again
Me tun up

Yea, mhmm
Everything deady you ready
Haha yea it's Rokkstar B who fuckin wit me
Mr. Hang Out The V no tints in this V bih
Yea uh Everything deady you

to leave her but she didn't let me
If you tatted my name then you sexy
Mix the Percocet with the Pepsi

Yo, stop, I'm off a pill, yeah, huh, get deady

Mi know how fi whine and tek it down low 
One drop with the thing, then pick it up slow
Mi know how fi whine like mi a go go
Flexible body deady

disabled
Bad to di bone mi nuh deady, deady
Dem worse nightmare, you can call mi Freddy
Straight n narrow, yes we keep it steady
Nah stop win in life, that's

all getting deady, like
And we all getting deady
Come through got the gang in the telly
I want you and my guy want your bestie, like
And we all getting

plenty
All these vices, getting heavy
But I’m trying, shit ain’t steady
People want me, want me deady
Blindfolded in the pit
Seven hynas, seven whips

(i'm so flee)
You so deady (you so deady), You so weak (style so weak)

Step pon di mall inna A1s, flex pon di mall with mi day 1s
Dem boy dem nuh real,

friends
Fetty I stay wit my ends
Deady got racks got bands
Deady got racks got bands
Only family no friends
Fetty I stay wit my ends
Deady got racks got

the clothes you have is for you,
Make your pussy run wet waters like the Rio. (x2)

(Verse 1)
You not deady deady, bubble for me no my baby,
anytime when you

Deady stay shit deady give no fucks
Bitch eating big shawarma
Got euros and bucks
Serial pimp got that frosted and luck
But if you come around askin

Yeah
Who ready for war? I'm ready it's on
Know they rather see me deady or gone
Tryna' get myself right with the lord
Even if it's right or wrong

heart is on deady
I cannot trust on a bitch I ain’t ready
I’m focused on money yea call me Vercetti
Focused on blue count it up on that fetti
I blow up

Henny she deady deady)
(Ha)
(Bitch we got Remy like Fetty Fetty)
Look
I've been grinding been working my ass off
If you got it dawg let's have a cash off

got me deady
Fuckin' her off the Perc', ain't ready
I'ma do everything you let me
No first class, I'm always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I

It doh mek nuh sense me a fuck a gyal and she deady deady
It doh mek nuh sense me a fuck a gyal, and she deady deady 
hmm hmm, and she deady deady

(No no, no no)
Still ain't come back from it
Bitch I'm deady (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Still ain't come back from it
Bitch I'm deady (Ewok, Ewok, Ewok)

Bitch,

(Ёбанный в рот, сука)
Блять, deady, чё это за хуйня?
Где мой бит, блять, deady?
(Блять, deady)
(Буэээ)
Нихуя, блять, Кхе-кхе
(You're not a doctor)

yuh
A shove it mi a ram
It yuh a bruk it a seh fuck it Addi fuck it
(ah ah) mi tun up di fuck now baby
Mek noise if you waan but don't deady deady
So

they Chevy's (what?)
She fuck with my opps, she do that shit to be petty (to be petty)
I still get the top in the club, bitch, I'm too deady (yeah)

when I'm ready
Smoking yaourr I be deady
One eye open like Fetty
The product white like Perry
You gon get it when it's ready
Don't hit me up til you