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Dead People

 

Dead People

(álbum: Designer Drugz 2 - 2016)


Ben Frank, that's my homie
Andrew Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my homie
Hamilton, that's my homie
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people

Mid coming in by the trash bag
I got that gas bag, I need a big trunk
I'm trapping in the lowkey Honda
Pickup truck picked the bricks up
I whip it up like I got nunchucks
I go everywhere with my gun tucked
50 round shoot like a drummer
Came in the game to kick shit like a punter
I keep with the chopstick like it's Benihana's
Me and my plug communicate with numbers
I keep the Judge like I'm your honor
I beat the work in the pot like E. Honda
How many bricks can I stuff in my Honda?
Started the plug and never been a runner
Add the baking soda, hit it like thunder
I keep the money on me by the bundle

Ben Frank, that's my homie
Andrew Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my homie
Hamilton, that's my homie
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
Ben Frank, that's my homie
Andrew Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my homie
Hamilton, that's my homie
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people

I got a sixth sense, seeing dead people
Compact Glock .45, that's the Grim Reaper
I go M.I.A. with two mamacitas
I wear Givenchys, I don't wear Adidas
Rockstar nigga, be high like the Beatles
That money chasing me like Jeepers Creepers
Ice all on me like it's creatures
These bitches suck on me like leeches
I double my cup and I'm snaeking and geeking
I'm on the Percocet this evening
Popped me a Xan, got me sleeping
Drinking a raw four, got my cup leaking
Looking for a plug, I'm Tom peeping
Whipping a brick and my arm bleeding
Do anything for the money, I need it
Dropping a ticket like fall season

Ben Frank, that's my homie
Andrew Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my homie
Hamilton, that's my homie
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
Ben Frank, that's my homie
Andrew Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my homie
Hamilton, that's my homie
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people
I'm seeing dead people

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