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QueDaMane - Dead Weight Lyrics



QueDaMane - Dead Weight Lyrics
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Step in this bitch and I bounce a lil bit
Early this morning was chopin up grams
Que you da mane they know who I am
Step in bitch get it lit like a lamp
I want that work get it sent like a stamp
Gold on my belt like the heavyweight champ
I need some Ms for me my camp
We gonna flip it you spend it on tramps
We gonna buss dat bitch down make it flooded
Shawty got lean in his drank and it's muddy
I'm gonna eat all this year till I'm chubby
Im from the street shit get rougher than rugby
Most of these pretty bitches really ugly
All on my dick for sum bubbly
I prolly still hit don't judge me
After I nut don't touch me
We finna turn up a bit
Startin this year off lit
Cuttin ppl off quick
Cause I ain't time for it
Nigga it's time for it
Get off my ass grind for it
We not alike we opposite
Say dat you real 5%
Snitching out here at a high percentage
I'll be the owner you be the tenant
Swear these lil bitches ain't worth a lil penny
People get love but you don't get any
Got a lil ass on yo back make it shimmy
Give me some top I take her to Denny's
Girl this shit fire as chimney
Buss on a titties
Nigga hate holdin dead weight
Let me know if it's a promblem
Sayin nothin to ya honor
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
Nigga hate holdin dead weight
Let me know if it's a promblem
Sayin nothin to ya honor
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
I'm feelin froggy hop on this beat
I hit her doggy and keep it descret
Blend in good with hood cuz I'm street
I'm wit my brothers kwame and meleke
Can't forget about sly turn your girl to freak
Smokin a blunt while she twerk to the beat
Swear you would think I was fat how I eat
I'm never loud watch how I
Only thing loud on me really is weed
Blow this smoke at chu like a sneeze
I write sixteen in five minutes a breeze
None of these niggas ain't f*ckin wit me
The way that I rap need a f*ckin degree
I need mill for niggas and me
Stayed down supported my dreams
Back in the day I was servin to fienes
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English

Step in this bitch and I bounce a lil bit
Early this morning was chopin up grams
Que you da mane they know who I am
Step in bitch get it lit like a lamp
I want that work get it sent like a stamp
Gold on my belt like the heavyweight champ
I need some Ms for me my camp
We gonna flip it you spend it on tramps
We gonna buss dat bitch down make it flooded
Shawty got lean in his drank and it's muddy
I'm gonna eat all this year till I'm chubby
Im from the street shit get rougher than rugby
Most of these pretty bitches really ugly
All on my dick for sum bubbly
I prolly still hit don't judge me
After I nut don't touch me
We finna turn up a bit
Startin this year off lit
Cuttin ppl off quick
Cause I ain't time for it
Nigga it's time for it
Get off my ass grind for it
We not alike we opposite
Say dat you real 5%
Snitching out here at a high percentage
I'll be the owner you be the tenant
Swear these lil bitches ain't worth a lil penny
People get love but you don't get any
Got a lil ass on yo back make it shimmy
Give me some top I take her to Denny's
Girl this shit fire as chimney
Buss on a titties
Nigga hate holdin dead weight
Let me know if it's a promblem
Sayin nothin to ya honor
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
Nigga hate holdin dead weight
Let me know if it's a promblem
Sayin nothin to ya honor
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
Thug baby my persona
I'm feelin froggy hop on this beat
I hit her doggy and keep it descret
Blend in good with hood cuz I'm street
I'm wit my brothers kwame and meleke
Can't forget about sly turn your girl to freak
Smokin a blunt while she twerk to the beat
Swear you would think I was fat how I eat
I'm never loud watch how I
Only thing loud on me really is weed
Blow this smoke at chu like a sneeze
I write sixteen in five minutes a breeze
None of these niggas ain't f*ckin wit me
The way that I rap need a f*ckin degree
I need mill for niggas and me
Stayed down supported my dreams
Back in the day I was servin to fienes
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Writer: Terence Williams
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Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Terence Williams

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