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Dead
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead was released on January 22, 2023 by C.o.B Ent. as a part of the album Paradis
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AlbumParadis
Release DateJanuary 22, 2023
LabelC.o.B Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angelo R. Lee
Angelo R. Lee
Songwriter

Lyrics

Think of all of my **** like brothers
We lie an protect for each other,
I stay inna dark like I lay under covers
I just hit a bitch wit no rubber,
I swear she start lyin to me I won’t touch ha
She Eat the dick like the last supper
Just party up in her mouth like it’s a slumber
Aye loski you carry the rock,
My homie got backpiece I call em the block
AR it’s equipped wit a stock,
I left it too wet Ian ring out the mop
I gotta 6 shot I let it hit his top
But the line under mine so it’s really 9
My bitch bad you know she a dime
And you artificial ain’t wasting my time
I told ha like wait let me focus up
You know you gotta be 100 to fuck wit us
These other **** ain’t touchin us
You need sum extra slices boy you ain’t cut enough
I’m on a whole nother channel
I play wit guns just like the keys on pianos
Flippin Through these bitches like they channels
You ain’t never turned a house to a bando
Aye don’t play wit me lil bitch I got options
Snakes up in the grass **** be cautious
Jumpin inna bands I’m tony hawkin
Thought I was cheatin the way I been ballin
Shorty head top notch she a scholar
Streets too cold boy don’t jump innat water
Fuckin on his bitch she call me papa
She gone drink it all like it was agua
Dreads hang, fat wood I’m a rosta
Put em in a home ain’ft talkin foster
16 loud nle choppa
Big fan it sound like helicopters
I slide Onna block know it get drenched
I’m takin shit like young **** the grinch
Bout money so they callin me mitch
Thought you was loyal so how could you switch
Nah I can’t have no bitch up inna mix
She thinkin she bad but she just got hips
She ain’t the main just a lil dip
Treat her like a package the way she get flipped
Stay on her neck like a leash
See shorty a freak
I’m just gone fuck Her and delete
These **** a lie through they teeth
But they swisher sweet
The snakes been bitin at my feet
Think of all of my **** like brothers
We lie an protect for each other,
I stay inna dark like I lay under covers
I just hit a bitch wit no rubber,
I swear she start lyin to me I won’t touch ha
She Eat the dick like the last supper
Just party up in her mouth like it’s a slumber
I’m guessin they see that I’m different
I’m blowin up its like i do demolition
Drip enough and then you gone get to stickin
Playin tough you get end like a sentence
Fuck a bag off you know imma spend it
Swing a racket lookin like I play tennis
30 on me, it get drunk get to pissin
If she trippin she get played like a scrimmage
Movin wit me then you focus on integers
Money man because the green the criteria
Shorty love me she eat me like sum cereal
Get to blowin ima lift up his spiritual
Imma demon so I’m finna get rid of you
Hands numb so I guess I ain’t feeling ya
Heart cold guess it been inna winter huh
Wasn’t chosen these the cards I was givin huh
Get the bands imma run up a hunnit man
Other hand a get to blowin like trumpets then
Choppa thumpin it make him to the runnin man
I can’t get you imma knock off ya other man
Shoot a 30 and reload wit my other hand
Wet em up I guess I’m dumpin a bucket then
Fill em up look like his boat gotten sunken den
Ion fuck wit **** like uncle ruckus man
Ain’t a runner so you know I’m a winner
4-nick like a shark it eat you for dinner
I stay wit piranhas and you know we like swimmers
Like my brother I was born as a sinner
Lil body rider that’s the slider
Slide into the pussy like scuba divers
And my **** gliders, homiciders
We a kill em if they don’t stand beside us
Written by: Angelo R. Lee
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