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dead friends - nine vicious lyrics

[chorus]
all my friends dead, a whole lot of dead faces (say what?)
my cup only take red, i think my cup racist (what?)
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m the president, b*tch, yeah, i’ll blow up the base (let’s go)
whole lot of dead faces, whole lot of dead faces (insomnia sh*t, insomnia sh*t)

[verse]
i told that ho, “i’m gon’ win” (win)
i’m f*ckin’ a ho, she a ten (ten)
i’m in this sh*t, i’m all in (all in)
know it can make no sense (no)
know i’m that n*gga, i been (yeah)
n*gga, they know who i am
saw the gun in your hand
f*ckin’ her if she ain’t get fly
walk in this b*tch with my fire (let’s go)
know i’m that guy, i won’t lie (let’s go)
give me the head but don’t bite (lеt’s go)
i got all white like a light (let’s go)
n*gga, i feel likе pluto (i feel like pluto)
walk down, see ya like, “kudos”
down bad, i flip a kilo (say what?)
take a long look at this lil’ bankroll (let’s go)
take a long look at this lil’ b*roll (b*roll, b*roll)
my money green like sea roll
singin’ to your ho like ne*yo (yeah, like ne*yo, no cap, ayy, and what?)
i was in atlanta, i was top floor
i was with your ho with the doors closed
n*ggas know that lil nine can’t go (what?)
f*ck, i might get a durango (what? what?)
f*ck, i might ask out my main ho (bust on that b*tch, bust on that b*tch)
get a fire before a chain, bro (pick up my fire, pick up my fire, blatt)
i’ll beat a n*gga ass like django
always tell myself, “gon’ get me a range rover” (skrrt)
if i get caught up, you know that case closed (let’s go)
and i’m ’bout my cheese, i need my quaso
just like rocky, i need my peso (peso)
live, love, nine
live, laugh, nine
live, live, nine (woah)
even though i’m fine
even though i ain’t lyin’ (sheesh)
in that p*ssy, it get wide (say what?)
she wanna f*ck but i’m tired (say what?)
f*ck this sh*t, finna slide (say what?)
[chorus]
all my friends dead, a whole lot of dead faces (say what?)
my cup only take red, i think my cup racist (what?)
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m the president, b*tch, yeah, i’ll blow up the base (let’s go)
whole lot of dead faces, whole lot of dead faces (insomnia sh*t, insomnia sh*t)

[outro]
bl**dy f*ckin’ america, b*tch

- nine vicious lyrics

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