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lirik lagu deadly dinner (pt. 1) – enphamus

[intro: enphamus & [?]]
cosmic*cosmic*cosmic*cosmic

[verse: enphamus]
outside wit’ my side b*tch, walkin’ down to sdk
she like, “d*mn, my keys still in the car, go in and give ya’ name”
went and put our name down on the list, texted bae, “you straight”
“here i come, i’m walkin’ down the block, look out, you’ll see my face”
pick my head up, what’s that smell? d*mn, it smell familiar
i look up, my b*tch is walkin’ out, wit’ another n*gga
‘den i seen my side, she on her phone, she trippin’ out, b*tch help her
i get up and take off to the bathroom, text my b*tch like help her
“i heard you at sdk, outside wit’ another n*gga”
“b*tch i’m on the way, i catch you, b*tch i swеar to god i’m k!llin'”
“you said i ain’t sh*t to yo’ momma, paint me like the villain”
what you talm’bout? why shе textin’ me and act like i’m just trippin’?
i walk out and seen her and my side b*tch havin’ conversations
laughin’ at eachother like they besties, d*mn these hoes be fakin’
i walked up to grab my side b*tch hand, “come on, ’cause i’m hungry”
seen my b*tch and look up at her n*gga, what the f*ck, it’s tony?
what the f*ck you sayin’? who is y’all and how y’all know my ho?
she like, “90 chill, you do too much, n*gga come on lets go”
i’m like, “h*ll nah,” i seen lil’ tony reach down for his pole
must forgot i’m too quick on that draw, i turn him into ghost (fah)
what the f*ck, now my ho and my b*tch panickin’
take off, leave my ho, now i’m like, “d*mn, i hear the ambulance”
my side on the phone wit’ 911, she steady ramblin’
said his name and i think how she know it? i’ma handle it
hop into my whip, i take off, i coulda’ left my b*tch
why the f*ck you outside wit’ a n*gga, you dumb stupid b*tch
hear my side, she on the phone like, “come on please, we need some help”
“this big random guy just shot my n*gga in his f*ckin’ chest”
what she mean “her n*gga?” he was witchu’, you was with me
she like, “90 baby, i don’t know, i knew this man for three weeks”
“but the sh*t wit’ us was serious, like he haven’t even kissed me”
“plus you always on the road throughout the day, f*ckin’ wit’ b*tches”
i hear police sirens, hang up on the ho, head straight to grady
yes i’m tender thinkin’ ’bout my b*tch, so b*tch don’t try to play me
when i catch the ho, she gravy too, i’m jus’ sittin’, waitin’
went back out, forgot to change my clothes, i went out and changed ’em
i come in, “where is tony ma’am? his last name anderson”
“i’m his baby brother, is he still inside the ambulance?”
“no, go down the hall ‘den take a right, it’s first door on the left”
i walk in the room, i see my b*tch inside beside his bed
why the f*ck my side got all this blood all on her f*ckin’ hand?
thinkin’, “why the f*ck my b*tch so dry? that ‘posed to be her man”
i walk in, he breathin’, n*gga barely, but he steady fightin’
look up at my side, she steady cryin’, b*tch, wipe yo’ eyes
my b*tch shake her head and be like, “90, boy you ain’t surprised”
“b*tch, surprised at what?” this better not be nothin’ i think it is
she like, “that’s her baby daddy, poppa, they got seven kids”
i look at my side like, “b*tch, you said you don’t even got no kids”
got up, took off runnin’, right behind her, i whip out my glizzy
gun her ass down, then start bussin’, hittin’ every witness
walk back in the door, he still breathin’, finna end his sentence
bah, bah, bah, d*mn i’m shot, i black out, it’s endin’
i can not hear nothin’, what the f*ck? tell me it ain’t endin’
who the f*ck done popped me? i can’t see, was it one of ‘dem b*tches?
then i hear a filter on my song, it’s mergin’ all the lyrics
then i just hear, “poppa, wake up baby, what the f*ck is wrong?”
i wake up, what happened next? i guess that’s for another song
[outro: enphamus]
sh*t

- enphamus

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