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dead faces (intro) - lil nephew lyrics

[intro]
n*ggas know it, every time
(call9nine)

[chorus]
super trim i like bad b*tches but i love money more
n*gga told, won’t see his ass again, bro nailed him to the floor
f*ck the opps, them n*ggas took bro , swear i hate them to the core
kick you out like bye*bye, baby, never stressin’ bout a wh0re
7*6, uh, talking about you ain’t duckin’ from no switch
boy you’s a b*tch, we bounce out clappin’ on the 9
tryna drop a ton and hit a head
n*gga pop that k!ller sh*t, that drake done put his ass to bed
let’s go f*ck they block up, hit the 1 then pop we gon’ spin the 6

[verse]
i got bl**dy tears from the sh*t i saw
mе zoe and lil guap, we took the ridеs to go and get that soft
we bounce out clap, i keep this burner’, i ain’t tryna brawl
i can have you n*ggas get that took, if i make that call
i just want money, money, money, can’t lie, i turned to a junkie
i turned fiend about the cash, do somethin’ to me, man, i’m hungry
i seen brody make a dollar off of flippin’ him an onion
i sit back and ask myself did i wanna rap then’, got a hunnid, hunnid k, uh
gotta make it work, cause that’s my plan to make it out
free shizz bro wouldn’t been locked if we wasn’t hangin’ with that mouse
i pray for him, anyway, i’m smokin’, try walk out the house
i can mix it with the traffic lack and, take it to the scalp
like what you know, uh, i be in the stu with all the bros
i’m in my mode, bro a head hunter, he out here sn*tching souls
go catch a opp, he try run from bro, he ain’t peep me, d*ckhead
that’s another shot, all bout west side, we crackin’ tops
[chorus]
super trim’, i like bad b*tches, but i love money more
n*gga told, won’t see his ass again, bro nailed him to the floor
f*ck the opps them n*ggas took, bro, swear i hate him to the core
kick you like bye*bye, baby, never stressin’, bout a wh0re
seven*six, uh, talking bout you, ain’t duckin’ from no switch
we don’t stop clappin’ on the nine, try drop a ton and hit a head
n*gga pop that k!ller sh*t, that drake done put his ass to bed
let’s go f*ck they block up, hit the one, then we gon’ spin the six

[outro]
uh*huh, uh*huh, uh*huh, come on
let’s go f*ck they block up, hit the one, then we gon’ spin the six
uh*huh, every time, n*gga
four of them, it’s two of us, let’s get it on, boy, we ain’t kids, n*gga
we ain’t kids, n*gga

- lil nephew lyrics

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