Dead Homies
White John, Omb Peezy
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Do this shit for my dead homies Do this shit for my dead homies OMB, you know what the f*ck going on Stop playing with me (Bitch, f*ck 'em) Mister F*ck LAPD, okay, though (Bitch, f*ck 'em) (Who is FortWoe? And that's it) Bitch, f*ck 'em No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me) riding 'round Smoking on the opps' dead homies (Still smoking on the opps) I do this shit for my dead homies (I do this shit for the dead gurbs) I know they think I'm Damu With this red on me (I know they think I'm Damu) No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me) riding 'round Smoking on the opps' dead homies (Smoking on the opps) I do this shit for my dead homiеs I know they think I'm Damu With this red on me (Bitch) Riding 'round Smoking on thе opps' dead homies Man, that dog too clean, put some fent' on it Water in my ear, three months rent on 'em Party on the opp blocks, throw events on 'em I give a f*ck about the vests on 'em F&N break through the vest Won't have a neck on 'em P90X, still muscle up, I'm finna flex on 'em Nike garb, the white gurb He got a check on him This a gunfight, you brought a knife The 45 end your life Took your dead homie's life Yeah, fucking on your dead homie's wife Bitch No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me) riding 'round Smoking on the opps' dead homies (Still smoking on the opps) I do this shit for my dead homies (I do this shit for the dead gurbs) I know they think I'm Damu With this red on me (I know they think I'm Damu) No pencil, but the lead on me (But the lead on me) riding 'round Smoking on the opps' dead homies (Smoking on the opps) I do this shit for my dead homies (Peezy) I know they think I'm Damu With this red on me (yeah, yeah) Ayy, who want to go to war, ho? Chopper bullets ripping through your torso (Grah) Bust a nigga shit like it's carpal (For real) Ayy, why you at the store for? (What?) Getting to the bag, can go to war bro (Bag) Brand new Glock, just bought a carload I'm clutching it the second time That car roll by (Who that is?) And they know they best bet is to Hop out busting with that fire You better not do no drive-by, we Gon' flip your whole car, f*ck some tires (Baow) ran up on me I would have did something to player I'm in the backroom with like one, two Or three hoes (For real) I was broke, but in twenty-four hours We done kicked like three doors I be on some big shit You can't fit in these clothes Caught a opp nigga slipping He could have died and he know Know they think I'm Damu Try who? Leave you bloody We leave him crippled like we Jumped his ass in, but we ain't touch him Peezy walked up in the Door, clutching his Glock, mean mugging Bitch, I'm sleeping You can take your ass home And we ain't fucking it's Peezy
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Written by: JULIAN JUAREZ, WHITE JOHN
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