Derez De’Shon - Dead By Tomorrow lyrics
[Derez De’Shon - Dead By Tomorrow lyrics]
Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by
Pull up and make me a hit on a nigga
Keep talkin' that shit 'bout a nigga
We with all that shit and we keep
All the sticks with a nigga
These niggas be really some bitches
Been had a check on me nigga
I been had your bitch with me nigga
She been had a friend with her nigga
We been had a threesome lil nigga
We been had lil minute, lil nigga, like
All of this money on me
You know I got be havin' my way
All this horsepower I'm havin'
Can't help put speed
Hit the gas and get sideways
All this attention I'm gettin'
I hate take a
Pic, it's a pool, not a photo, uh
All these lil bitches I'm hittin'
They havin' some paper
I can't fuck a broke ho
We do not talk in the phones
She bounce on the dick up
And down like a pogo
Pourin' up in styrofoam
I'm sippin' on drank and
I doubled the Solos
The tee is Givenchy, no Polo
Diamonds dance on my chest like a go-go
Robbin' me, that's a motherfuckin' no no
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by
All of these niggas be lame
All of these niggas be hatin'
I'm whatever that come with the fame
I'm with whatever that come with my name
Poppin' a perc and whatever for pain, yeah
(Derez De'Shon) came in the Range, yeah
Ain't got a brain, yeah might go insane
All of my niggas, they bang
Blue and red flags when I came
I know the team
Put on the chain, got a lil fame
But I still be in the
Trenches with robbers and killers
Just doin' my thing
All of my niggas the same
I keep it simple and plain
Big body, switchin' the lanes
Pour up in Minute Maids
If you ain't ride or die
Nigga you dead to me
Got some niggas on your side who'll
Bring your head to me
Niggas keep talkin' that beef
Better be ready for it
I swear to God my niggas ridin'
You'll be dead tomorrow
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by
Pull up and make me a hit on a nigga
Keep talkin' that shit 'bout a nigga
We with all that shit and we keep
All the sticks with a nigga
These niggas be really some bitches
Been had a check on me nigga
I been had your bitch with me nigga
She been had a friend with her nigga
We been had a threesome lil nigga
We been had lil minute, lil nigga, like
All of this money on me
You know I got be havin' my way
All this horsepower I'm havin'
Can't help put speed
Hit the gas and get sideways
All this attention I'm gettin'
I hate take a
Pic, it's a pool, not a photo, uh
All these lil bitches I'm hittin'
They havin' some paper
I can't fuck a broke ho
We do not talk in the phones
She bounce on the dick up
And down like a pogo
Pourin' up in styrofoam
I'm sippin' on drank and
I doubled the Solos
The tee is Givenchy, no Polo
Diamonds dance on my chest like a go-go
Robbin' me, that's a motherfuckin' no no
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by
All of these niggas be lame
All of these niggas be hatin'
I'm whatever that come with the fame
I'm with whatever that come with my name
Poppin' a perc and whatever for pain, yeah
(Derez De'Shon) came in the Range, yeah
Ain't got a brain, yeah might go insane
All of my niggas, they bang
Blue and red flags when I came
I know the team
Put on the chain, got a lil fame
But I still be in the
Trenches with robbers and killers
Just doin' my thing
All of my niggas the same
I keep it simple and plain
Big body, switchin' the lanes
Pour up in Minute Maids
If you ain't ride or die
Nigga you dead to me
Got some niggas on your side who'll
Bring your head to me
Niggas keep talkin' that beef
Better be ready for it
I swear to God my niggas ridin'
You'll be dead tomorrow
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by tomorrow, bitch you'll be dead by