Dead Last
Meek Mill, Vory, Fabolous, Rick Ross
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F*ck love, I don't need to give you my heart, though I'm bleedin' And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on, neither I'm super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it Oh yeah Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it Oh yeah Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it Acting like I don't care about it Never show my hand what they be saying 'bout us Never show the 'Gram how we be playing 'cause I don't care about it Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life from standin' next to us I can't even blame him, he get hype, he holdin' his camera up 'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this shit for regulars She fuckin' niggas that's regular I had to cut her off, my money ain't even regular Can't even f*ck her raw And she know how I'm comin', she cum every time I f*ck her hard But every time I nut, it just be something I don't trust at all F*ck niggas they'll try to treat me like the underdog Till I pulled up on them in some shit like a 300 ball Act like you don't f*ck with us, you know that we don't f*ck with y'all And we can stand on that till when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it Oh yeah Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it Uh, yes Oh yeah Teterboro, pretty girl, she want to see the world Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot Killin' niggas by landslide and never even out Homicides all in my eyes as long as I'm alive Birkin bags still full of hundreds, now let's count 'em out Movin' on, niggas, they will do you wrong Wanna war? Lil' boy, you better move your mom Head shot, please Lord, forgive me when I air it out Pay the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot Dead and gone, if we brothers then we better bond If I never said, "I love you," I must've said it wrong Selling dubs when we wasn't sellin' much When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs I may have let you beat me to a watch But I never let you beat me to the top Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it Oh yeah Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it Oh yeah Sometimes I wake up like, "F*ck everybody" Every thotty that you always see in every party Every nigga sleeping on me, talkin' petty 'bout me I'm your worst nightmare, you's a Freddy body Little homie Serial, he on his seventh body Bm on some shit, still like that new 7 body I'ma ball till I fall, bitch can never guard me Coming short, that ain't no joke, and you can't Kevin Hart me Niggas think they ridin' dirty, but they movin' very sloppy Got me out here on the north, this shit very oppy Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy Pussy very wappy, got a nigga jewelry shopping Scoop her in a sundae, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me Then got right back to it, bitch could never stop me I should not be taken lightly, I'm a heavy topic And broke hoes always trippin', but its never tropic The Spanish mami say, "I like you talkin' heavy, papi" New Pharrell, Louie V with the leather floppy Pull up to the valet with the engine revving, Papi Tellin' them, "Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi" Middle finger up like a Tupac picture Middle finger up, up for who not with you Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it Oh yeah Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it Oh yeah
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Written by: William Roberts, Robert Williams, John Jackson, Tavoris Hollins
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