LYRIC

Dasgasdom3 – Dead Family 3 Lyrics

[Intro]
Palaze, what you cookin’?

[Chorus]
Don’t play with fire, that shit deadly
When the gun between your eyes made me realize
These niggas want my head but I’m alive
But y’all niggas had to cut ’em bitches off
‘Cause I gotta lot of shit to prove
But they don’t really know what this fuckin’ shit cost
Ice up in my veins, bad bitches in my comments here
She don’t want the fame, I know my mama know I’m legendary
I don’t need no time, I’m a hot boy jit
352, I rule all my niggas with this shits

[Verse 1]
Bad lil’ bitch shakin’ ass, I got my niggas whippin’ pot though
Niggas ain’t yo’ family, they rather see yo’ ass die slow
Fiendin’ for this shit, I want the money and the fame
I can’t lose when I be stayin’ all the fuck up in my lane
They rather me dead in that grave, smokin’ fumes to take the pain
Pop my quarter to the paint, situations can’t explain
Sippin’ Henny, got me brazy, I got features, niggas’ pain
I been fuckin’ all these hoes and these bitches don’t know my name (uh)
These bitches don’t know my name

[Verse 2]
Mix match design, I don’t give a fuck ’bout the colour
Niggas want me dead, they don’t want me as they brother
Them niggas turn fat, they snap me out, I cannot love them
Feelin’ so alone, I got this shit by myself
Exhausted, how they did me wrong, I got no help
Now I’m stronger than they see me, I be ballin’ up on TV
Can’t compare myself to nobody ’cause nobody could be me
Yeah, I be on that day
Bitch want me to be her daddy, I cannot invest
Money on my mind and shit is written on my chest
Young nigga with a mind, in this game I’m playin’ a chess
Jumpin’ through this shit, I got a hole in my pocket
Been what I’m rappin’, I’m steppin’, I’ll make a million, no polish
I put my gas up on the pedal, they told me I needed college
Now I’m drippin’ out head and toe, I ain’t never needed no stylist

[Interlude]
I ain’t never need no stylist
I’m drippin bih’, [?]
I’m drippin’, can we be honest
Bitches hatin,’ they ain’t on us
Niggas talkin’, they ain’t on it
Bitches talkin’, they ain’t on it
What the fuck you know about me?
I be that nigga, dead family

[Chorus]
Don’t play with fire, that shit deadly
When the gun between your eyes made me realize
These niggas want my head but I’m alive
But y’all niggas had to cut ’em bitches off
‘Cause I gotta lot of shit to prove
But they don’t really know the cost
Ice in my veins, bad bitches in my comments here
She don’t want the fame, I know my mama know I’m legendary
I don’t need no time ’cause I’m a hot boy jit
352, I run this shit

[Outro]
Bitch I run this shit
And you knew that, bitch
Yeah you knew it
I be that nigga, dead family
I be that nigga, dead family
[?]
Yo’ ass is a memory

  1. Patricia

    July 19, 2021 at 11:50 pm

    Take some acid watch this with headphones as loud as possible and enjoy

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