Dom Corleo - Dead Already lyrics

Dominic Anthony Paoletti

[Dom Corleo - Dead Already lyrics]

What, what yeah, yeah, come on

Bitch, I'm already dead, I had my funeral
My shooters they holdin' the casket
We bussin' at they funeral
Gelato, we smokin' on cookie
Roll up, I'm blowin' that cookie
I know that lil' hoe wanna fuck
I told her pull up wit' the pussy
And I feel like Wayne sometimes
'cause I wanna fuck on them girls
I'm in that Range sometimes
I got a lil' blood on the pedals
I'm spendin' a hunnid on lunch, bitch
My sweater is Stoney
I spend like a hunnid on guns
I shoot at my bitch for goin'

I told my bitch I'd kill her if she left
How the fuck I ah, I'm outta breath
I don't even sip the lean no more


I had to quit that shit months ago
After my brother almost died

Can't sip the lean no more
I let my cup get kicked
My little brother almost died
Now I'm on that homocide shit
I feel like Jordan Carter
Talkin' 'bout homicide
I woke up early this morning
Told her suck my dick
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, it ain't no peery
I tell every hoe that I'm nasty
I fuck on my bitch on her period
I take of the top of the
Roof, the 'Cedes, the Benz, the coupe
I was bein' bad in school
I'm a bad influence too
I'm runnin' them packs, packs, packs
These diamonds shinin' on my neck
When I'm hoppin out the 'Cat
I ain't fuckin' that girl
The pussy smellin' like scat
Can't give a bitch the world
When you don't even got that

I'm talkin' 'bout you lame
Ass fuckin' rappers man
Stop actin' like you god
Don't nobody fuckin' know who you are
Fuckin' lame as fuck broke and shit

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