Dead Leaves

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Word on street (Street)
No more discreet ('Screet)
You bitches defeated
That's all that I need

Your gyal; she on fleek
Throbbing and riding on my dick
Giving a lick, I'm getting a lick
You bitches just a show (Always been)

Shooting and spraying on these bitches everywhere
All these bitches everywhere
All these bitches everywhere
All these bitches everywhere

I pull up on 'yo grave
After I shoot you with 'de stick
Shoot you with 'de stick
And I burst on you real quick

You fuckers a show, always been so low
A twat and you're slow all your bitches are hoes
In my Mercedes, and I'll run over your big-toe
Every night I'm out, dripping 'Henny in the cup
Don't wanna stay at home
Thinking reminiscing

About you and I
'Bout you and I
About you and I
Drillings in action with day-ones
I don't give a fuck about your funds
I don't give a fuck about your funds

Dead Leaves
Come see
Dead Leaves
Come see

If I were to call you
At the night-time
Would you pick-up?
My heart's in a knot
And I

New word on the street
Bad bitches, I'm sipping on tea
Not fucking with lean that shit ain't green
That shit ain't green