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MISS ME Video (MV)




Performed By: DeadFriend
Language: English
Length: 0:57
Written by: DANIEL PACHECO




DeadFriend - MISS ME Lyrics




It's about time that things gotta change
Like keeping you around cause you out of style like a wallet chain
Love the constant brain, but her mouth pops off when she's off the caine
And the night pops off when we pop champagne
But I cannot complain, cause I hit every time that I shoot my shot, the aim

Is so precise and the flow is nice
Tryna wife me up, they won't be throwing rice
Cause a good time still is my only vice
Be independent and take your own advice

Tryna fill me with venom like a cobra strike
When she opens wide and those soulless eyes
So rolling with you feels like rolling dice
Plus I'll have to pay, but I don't know the price

So do your thing, just don't do it with me
I need a Lucy/loosie like my name was Ricky
And I'm talking a cig, I ain't talking a Chick begging for a quickie
Forever picky

Packin' heat, I ain't lil Dicky
If you don't believe me, then check the wiki
Miss me and you ain't it
So miss me with that bullshit, just never miss me

Tipsy, so I'm speaking the truth
And we so lit that i'm reaching the roof
Garden of Eden, I ain't eating the fruit
So if you the one, then go bring me the proof
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English

It's about time that things gotta change
Like keeping you around cause you out of style like a wallet chain
Love the constant brain, but her mouth pops off when she's off the caine
And the night pops off when we pop champagne
But I cannot complain, cause I hit every time that I shoot my shot, the aim

Is so precise and the flow is nice
Tryna wife me up, they won't be throwing rice
Cause a good time still is my only vice
Be independent and take your own advice

Tryna fill me with venom like a cobra strike
When she opens wide and those soulless eyes
So rolling with you feels like rolling dice
Plus I'll have to pay, but I don't know the price

So do your thing, just don't do it with me
I need a Lucy/loosie like my name was Ricky
And I'm talking a cig, I ain't talking a Chick begging for a quickie
Forever picky

Packin' heat, I ain't lil Dicky
If you don't believe me, then check the wiki
Miss me and you ain't it
So miss me with that bullshit, just never miss me

Tipsy, so I'm speaking the truth
And we so lit that i'm reaching the roof
Garden of Eden, I ain't eating the fruit
So if you the one, then go bring me the proof
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Writer: DANIEL PACHECO
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