Dead To Me
Yuh, I don't know what the fuck they be sayin to me
You dead to me, yea you did me wrong
You dead to me, you dead to me
With my ck goons and yknow that we never fucking act right
I be playing bitches like they was some fucking bag pipes
I saw that lil bitch, yknow it be on sight
Yuh, I pull up in off white
None these bitches my type
I'm the same Chac never die
These bitches wan live my life
Cause I live life they fantisize
They really be hating on the come up
It ain't bout the rise
I be eating up a hoe
Just like it's some damn fries
I don't want yo hoe
She couldn't really dance right
I got so many bands I make a motherfucking landslide
I got so much money I could pull up in a lamb truck
If you isn't talking money then we ain't boutta fuck
Yuh, I don't know what the fuck they be sayin to me
You dead to me, yea you did me wrong
You dead to me, you dead to me
We really be bout that shit
I just fuck yo baddest bitch
And I took yo main hoe then put her on the mattress
I got new diamond just to fucking match the wrist
Feel like it be me and nayf how I just pulled up at the ritz
I didn't know that was yo bitch yuh, she got nice tits
These bitches be babies yea these motherfuckers throwing fits
Ima keep on making music till these bitches notice
I'm the same Chac forever I ain't folding
Same bands you was lacking it's the same bands I was holding, yuh
You bitches be talking, I be colder
I just fucking put it down and bwalk it to my shoulders
It's yo bitch I wanted so I might as well just show her
You dead to me, yea you did me wrong
You dead to me, you dead to me
With my ck goons and yknow that we never fucking act right
I be playing bitches like they was some fucking bag pipes
I saw that lil bitch, yknow it be on sight
Yuh, I pull up in off white
None these bitches my type
I'm the same Chac never die
These bitches wan live my life
Cause I live life they fantisize
They really be hating on the come up
It ain't bout the rise
I be eating up a hoe
Just like it's some damn fries
I don't want yo hoe
She couldn't really dance right
I got so many bands I make a motherfucking landslide
I got so much money I could pull up in a lamb truck
If you isn't talking money then we ain't boutta fuck
Yuh, I don't know what the fuck they be sayin to me
You dead to me, yea you did me wrong
You dead to me, you dead to me
We really be bout that shit
I just fuck yo baddest bitch
And I took yo main hoe then put her on the mattress
I got new diamond just to fucking match the wrist
Feel like it be me and nayf how I just pulled up at the ritz
I didn't know that was yo bitch yuh, she got nice tits
These bitches be babies yea these motherfuckers throwing fits
Ima keep on making music till these bitches notice
I'm the same Chac forever I ain't folding
Same bands you was lacking it's the same bands I was holding, yuh
You bitches be talking, I be colder
I just fucking put it down and bwalk it to my shoulders
It's yo bitch I wanted so I might as well just show her
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Writer(s): Chase Rutherford
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