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You're Dead!
by Tajmir
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Rolled in a cigar, didn't think I'd take it this far, nigga
Karate with the stars, got my feet kicked up that far
750 for the runners, I don't even walk around
Brody poppin' X's for breakfast, well shit
Good morning, Malcolm, doobies gettin' fuller
The jewels before the jiggers
Bro slimy like some boogers, bet he shoot like Devin Booker
That blunt hit like a dropkick, the drops be microscopic
If you run up, I'ma step back, get my shot off Luka Doncic
I'm a dog, what I know
He said he could get some keys, my bro got grand pianos
See, I'm a dog and you're a dog, but you're a cocker spaniel
Bro is talkin' crazy, check the news, he on the channel
I be quick to spark it up like some fire candle
I be lookin' around for God's signal
I be up all night every night like I'm Jimmy Kimmel
Poppin' shroomies, gotta stay nimble
I be lookin' at the stars, in em, uh, uh
Call me back tomorrow, baby, the workin' continues
I be eatin' beats alive, still ain't lookin' at the menu
After the church seen you cascading, dirt's gon' hit you
You been flirtin' with the Nina, don't worry, she'll kiss you
That's a good body, not everybody quiet
You'll hear the preacher preachin', followed up by the choir
He's leakin', whole section reekin
What I'm smokin', stinkin', while you sleepin
I be thinkin' I'm a black soprano
Package one from L.A. to New York like Julius Randall
This girl freaky, she on all four
When it come to eatin', she want all pro
You think you a dog, I'ma show you where all dogs go
Leakin' all your humoral, dirt under your cuticles
Family gon' be viewin' them, the mom gon' need a day or two
They're all here per usual, everyone's just suitable
Flowers, they're so beautiful, I'll throw them at your funeral
Cause you're dead
Rolled in a cigar, didn't think I'd take it this far, nigga
Karate with the stars, got my feet kicked up that far
750 for the runners, I don't even walk around
Brody poppin' X's for breakfast, well shit
Good morning, Malcolm, doobies gettin' fuller
The jewels before the jiggers
Bro slimy like some boogers, bet he shoot like Devin Booker
That blunt hit like a dropkick, the drops be microscopic
If you run up, I'ma step back, get my shot off Luka Doncic
I'm a dog, what I know
He said he could get some keys, my bro got grand pianos
See, I'm a dog and you're a dog, but you're a cocker spaniel
Bro is talkin' crazy, check the news, he on the channel
I be quick to spark it up like some fire candle
I be lookin' around for God's signal
I be up all night every night like I'm Jimmy Kimmel
Poppin' shroomies, gotta stay nimble
I be lookin' at the stars, in em, uh, uh
Call me back tomorrow, baby, the workin' continues
I be eatin' beats alive, still ain't lookin' at the menu
After the church seen you cascading, dirt's gon' hit you
You been flirtin' with the Nina, don't worry, she'll kiss you
That's a good body, not everybody quiet
You'll hear the preacher preachin', followed up by the choir
He's leakin', whole section reekin
What I'm smokin', stinkin', while you sleepin
I be thinkin' I'm a black soprano
Package one from L.A. to New York like Julius Randall
This girl freaky, she on all four
When it come to eatin', she want all pro
You think you a dog, I'ma show you where all dogs go
Leakin' all your humoral, dirt under your cuticles
Family gon' be viewin' them, the mom gon' need a day or two
They're all here per usual, everyone's just suitable
Flowers, they're so beautiful, I'll throw them at your funeral
Cause you're dead
