Lyrics DeadGame – Kenzo B

Stop the act for the net
All you b**ches ain’t what y’all be claiming to be
Ya b**ches know I was made for the streets
Them lil b**ches gon die all like spinning on feet
That b**ch a lil body I’ll put her to sleep
I don’t need a knocka bet her a*s getting beat
Got the scalp when I see her I hope she got energy
I’m tryna fix up her teeth like
F**k is wrong, I’m tryna link up in person
But these b**ches love writing songs
I’m like f**k it let’s do it

Hope they know s**t get deeper then music
But how they gon keep confusing a b**ch talking facts
With a cappin lil b**ch who just rap
And when b**ches run into me bet them b**ches ain’t on s**t
Tell lil Shani put it on her tat

When she see me she throwin that s**t
B**ches be flashing the knocks for the vid
And that’s how I could tell they ain’t blowing that s**t
So it’s over, that b**ch ain’t tough she was only a holster
Don’t even wanna boom her but she talking to hot
So I can’t promise that I won’t poke her
And I could speak on the dead
But I don’t wanna smoke on her mans
Cause the way he went out he a floater

Show me you ku, when you see me you know what to do
You can’t speak on no n**ga who love me to death
You just chatting bout s**t you see on the tube
F**k it let’s all do this s**t for the views
Cause I heard you got f**ked on the top of the stu
How you gon speak on the p**sy I popped in the crib
And you throwing it back on the roof
Are you dumb, b**ches be fanned out
They ain’t dangerous
They just dissing and hoping they make it
Top 2 but she was number 2
I could tell she was tight but shawty tried to fake it
Real a*s b**ch you can smell it in my fragrance
I’m too lit so them b**ches can’t stand me
I pop my s**t and I’m takin that risk
I’ll be damned if I trip bout a b**ch lookin manly

Like, how the f**k you dropping my jet
And when you see my jet you show mad respect
You b**ches is dead butt

Like, f**k all the politicing onna gram
I’m tired of playing games
Speaking on s**t that you did at 15
B**ch so come and show me that ya body the same
Y’all know the vibes, ya drop a diss and before I respond
I be posted outside, Ya never slide
Stop acting crazy cause I know you b**ches ain’t ready to die
And I seen Murda get it she can’t
So imagine she run into me
That b**ch better have chop for the s**t that she rant
If she don’t hope that she fast on feet

Clown, better not run cause I’m flocking you down
I call up B and yk she the hound
When we spinnin on s**t b**ches never around
And I bet she gon click till that b**ch hit the ground
Dead on arrival
Dissing me them b**ches suicidal
How b**ches switch and forget just a year ago
B**ches was ridin my d!ck for a title
And a feature catch lil, on bro bleach her
Say she a demon but ion believe her
She a kid I got a chop put it down turn around
And thats word to my deads I’ll beat her

Stupid, do not run into me with a baby
I don’t wanna hear no excuses
I do not speak on the s**t that I know
But ya b**ches is Ho*s
Ya was never exclusive
Come and show me ya b**ches is ruthless
Like ya b**ches ain’t showin me nothin
If b**ches don’t spin after this I ain’t jackin no dissin
‘Cause them b**ches really be frontin

And ya b**ches tight
Everyone linkin for videos don’t wanna link up to fight
But it’s alright
Don’t wanna link in the send ya addy I pull up at night
And I keep me a stick they talking bout a knife
B**ches know I’m a tweak
Think she a glitch we send her to the light
And that b**ch better duck when she run into me

Y’all b**ches better not make a song back
Because I’m not listenin to it…

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