Dead To The World – Dicked Down

Dead To The World – Dicked Down Lyrics

Artist: Dead To The World
Song: Dicked Down

(kaygee)
Ooh, that bih’ sound awesome
We don’t talk n#gg#, we don’t do no talkin’
Shoot in his direction he play dead just like a opossum

Stomping on his head, now i got some red bottoms
I don’t give a f#ck if you if you ain’t know by now
I been getting hoes by the boatload now
And if you want to go then we can go right now

Greenlight swervin’ in a ghost right now
Why she always acting like a hoe bro
I don’t really know but she can go though
Okay, kaygee keep a glock han solo

I can’t f#ck with you cause you a no show, flagger
(ethan)
Call me riff raff cause my vocab vast
She bouncing on the bed while i’m bouncing on that #ss

And do you got a type babygirl i gotta ask
Cause when i talk it up you gon catch it no mask
Balls hang low cause i walk with my dick out
And when you come at me come correct or you a b#tch now

I’m the fart i’m the sh*t now
(nls tofеr)
f#cking on a b#tch standing up she get dicked down
Thirty round clip, uh uh you gеt dicked down

You don’t want no smoke with us yeah you don’t want no problems
Running in this b#tch with a mask green goblin
Where yo’ #ss was at when i was running through the projects
(anthony teabout)

Stupid little b#tch get the check and then going reckless
Had to set the check now i’m checking it off my checklist
They just wanna hate cause i made it out of my mess
I talk to god and feel that n#gg# releasing all of my stress

You can’t affiliate, stupid who you think you gon’ humiliate
Keep an ace like i was playing straight or playing keep away
Hit his #ss like randy i just mossed and hit the interstate
I know how to turn a forty play into an eighty wait

Me and kaygee f#cking on your b#tch like what she ate today
I’m just tryna wake up in a different state like everyday
I’m just tryna put my n#gg#s on like in a major way
And i ain’t even listen to that sh*t you get no play today

(kaygee)
Ooh, that bih’ sound awesome
We don’t talk n#gg#, we don’t do no talkin’
Shoot in his direction he play dead just like a opossum

Stomping on his head, now i got some red bottoms
I don’t give a f#ck if you if you ain’t know by now
I been getting hoes by the boatload now
And if you want to go then we can go right now

Greenlight swervin’ in a ghost right now
(lil cross)
I ain’t think it was hard but she ain’t even get me up yet
False claim b*tch and don’t blame me when you get upset

Sleep on the floor wh#re imma make you a dog bed
She got a jaw for the wall, she got a hogs head
Affiliate with the opps i left ’em all dead
Philly cheesesteak with the jaw, she get a mouthful

b#tch i’m the sh#t it’s no wonder why i’m an #ssh#l#
Bash that b#tch in her back, she looking bashful
Cash stay strapped to my back i got a bag full
Came up out of the drip like i’m a tadpole

Look it’s a dick on my dick i got a strap hoe
f#ck a b#tch and then make her dip, i never gas hoes
b#tch im a monster where a motherficking cucci at
Popcorn mugs like pebbles he got that fruity pack

I ain’t the one to run off on you cannot do me that
That is not a woman that’s a b#tch yeah that’s a stupid nat
(gumbydtw)
My b#tch like to deepthroat the dick she got a long neck

Imma put my nuts in her throat now she got a ball neck
Hairy #ss the but thank god she got a bald neck
Runnin’ up a check imma make em just have to fall back
I done emptied all of their pockets i got the wrong check

Checking in the city but my back i just do not check
Money got big digits you know i just got a long check
Got a couple crazy #ss stories feel like king von yea
Smoke em up like tooka i’m rippin them like a bong yea

f#ckin on a b#tch and her mom and it’s their song now
Imma go and let my nuts hang i let it all out
Duckin from the dick you a b#tch i let the glock sound
Hungry like a hippo like sh#t she chomp my c#ck down

Only l i took was a lick dont take no loss now
Ballin b#tch im coppin from chris i feel like cross now
(mat)
Ooo b#tch i’m on go

Greenlight blunt so i burry them like its everclear
Yea you got your double cup full but that sh#t fake lean
Grindin for the money big cash this sh#t real cream
One day i’ll be whippin the foreign it’s gon be real clean

Spotted in the back of the party i’m lookin real mean
Sweatin in the booth and i feel like i’m off a damn bean
Cause these flames i’m spittin i’m feelin like maybe scorpion
Sub zero your here he get folded like accordian

Get to talkin sh#t and then we kickin down your door again
Boy i get real cocky you would think that i was arrogant
Let my dick hang so you know we bout to score again
Balls out i tell you i ball out

In the back of the club you better not get loud
Imma air this b#tch out oh oh
Imma air this b#tch out oh oh
(kaygee)

Ooh, that bih’ sound awesome
We don’t talk n#gg#, we don’t do no talkin’
Shoot in his direction he play dead just like a opossum
Stomping on his head, now i got some red bottoms

I don’t give a f#ck if you if you ain’t know by now
I been getting hoes by the boatload now
And if you want to go then we can go right now
Greenlight swervin’ in a ghost right now
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Dead To The World Lyrics – Dicked Down

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From the album:
Temper Temper (Deluxe Version) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2013