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DROP DEAD!
Upvampin, kets4eki i Pixel Hood
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I want more of the shits
Yeah, doing drugs until we drop dead on the floor
What the fuck you tryna tell me?
Tryna call me, I ignore
Goin' stupid, fuckin' brain dead
In the club with all these whores
Bitch, don't love me
Yeah, tonight, I'll end up drop dead—
She will forever haunt me
I want more of the shits
Yeah, doing drugs until we drop dead on the floor
What the fuck you tryna tell me?
Tryna call me, I ignore
Goin' stupid, fuckin' brain dead
In the club with all these whores
Bitch, don't love me
Yeah, tonight, I'll end up drop dead on the floor
We got so much fuckin' snow, but lil' bitch, it ain't cold
Spending hella fuckin' money, order ten packs
'Cause I'm bored
She says that she likes my sharp teeth, I tell her that I like racks
Tonight, I'm going fuckin' broke
But tomorrow I'll make it back
All the shit I went through, bitch, I swear you wouldn't get it
Grab another bottle, only thing to help forget it
These bitches lookin' at us, you know that they just can't help it
These lames, they tryna be like us
Our shit, can't replicate it
Walk into the club, don't give a fuck
We gettin' high as shit
Pop another pill, mix that shit
Yeah, we candy flip
Ice on my wrist, on my neck
Yeah, you know we rich
Your friends, bunch of fakes, bunch of lames
Yeah, just watch them switch
I want more of the shits
Yeah, doing drugs until we drop dead on the floor
What the fuck you tryna tell me?
Tryna call me, I ignore
Goin' stupid, fuckin' brain dead
In the club with all these whores
Bitch, don't love me
Yeah, tonight, I'll end up drop dead on the floor
We got so much fuckin' snow, but lil' bitch, it ain't cold
Spending hella fuckin' money, order ten packs
'Cause I'm bored
She says that she likes my sharp teeth, I tell her that I like racks
Tonight, I'm going fuckin' broke, but tomorrow I'll make it back
I want more of the shits
Yeah, doing drugs until we drop dead on the floor
What the fuck you tryna tell me?
Tryna call me, I ignore
Goin' stupid, fuckin' brain dead
In the club with all these whores
Bitch, don't love me
Yeah, tonight, I'll end up drop dead on the floor