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Deadline Video (MV)




Performed By: YBC Peso
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: darrol ward jr




YBC Peso - Deadline Lyrics
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Oh Lord, and that money stackin' Now we livin' lavish
Ayy, pay so, Lord I thought this shit would never happen
Now that money stackin' Treat this life shit like a game
GTA No madden I told lil' baby you the baddest
I'm talkin' bout beauty pageant Lately we been livin' lavish
And ain't nothin' bout this average I wake up every mornin
Gettin' traffic, get it crackin' I been stackin' up this money
For them times, I ain't have shit Couple niggas say I changed
I guess that what that bag did Used to work at Five Guys
And now I shop at Saks fifth My nigga died, I'm askin' God
Like he in heaven, right? My only fear is goin' broke
That got me terrified They kill lil peso, so spin a block
Don't throw no candlelight Everybody say they sendin' shots
While the opps still alive I can't be tweetin' with nobody
I'm duckin' fed time I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard
Like it's a deadline I kiss my baby on her forehead
When it's bedtime They f*ck around, let me touch some money
Niggas scared now I can't be tweetin' with nobody
I'm duckin' fed time I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard
Like it's a deadline I kiss my baby on her forehead
When it's bedtime They f*ck around, let me touch some money
Niggas scared now I got that money, I might
Put it on your head now I got that bread now
Invested in some red dots Can't even post up in the hood
Because the feds hot lil bro just got released
He already back sellin' crack rocks You gotta put your all into this shit
Boy, you can't back out You know this life a gamble
Take a chance, but you might crap out Pull up in that Maybach
Now that lil' bitch want some back shots Yeah, I was f*cked up
It wasn't funny, I can laugh now Yeah, I was f*cked up
Doin' bad, I'm in my bag now Can't wait till I cop that seven tray
Impala pull the rag down We havin' shrooms and concentrates
I'm sellin' hash now
My nigga f*ckin' with that fraud He took the fed route
I can't be tweetin' with nobody I'm duckin' fed time
I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard Like it's a deadline
I kiss my baby on her forehead When it's bedtime
They f*ck around, let me touch some money Niggas scared now
I can't be tweetin' with nobody I'm duckin' fed time
I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard Like it's a deadline
I kiss my baby on her forehead When it's bedtime
They f*ck around, let me touch some money Niggas scared now
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English

Oh Lord, and that money stackin' Now we livin' lavish
Ayy, pay so, Lord I thought this shit would never happen
Now that money stackin' Treat this life shit like a game
GTA No madden I told lil' baby you the baddest
I'm talkin' bout beauty pageant Lately we been livin' lavish
And ain't nothin' bout this average I wake up every mornin
Gettin' traffic, get it crackin' I been stackin' up this money
For them times, I ain't have shit Couple niggas say I changed
I guess that what that bag did Used to work at Five Guys
And now I shop at Saks fifth My nigga died, I'm askin' God
Like he in heaven, right? My only fear is goin' broke
That got me terrified They kill lil peso, so spin a block
Don't throw no candlelight Everybody say they sendin' shots
While the opps still alive I can't be tweetin' with nobody
I'm duckin' fed time I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard
Like it's a deadline I kiss my baby on her forehead
When it's bedtime They f*ck around, let me touch some money
Niggas scared now I can't be tweetin' with nobody
I'm duckin' fed time I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard
Like it's a deadline I kiss my baby on her forehead
When it's bedtime They f*ck around, let me touch some money
Niggas scared now I got that money, I might
Put it on your head now I got that bread now
Invested in some red dots Can't even post up in the hood
Because the feds hot lil bro just got released
He already back sellin' crack rocks You gotta put your all into this shit
Boy, you can't back out You know this life a gamble
Take a chance, but you might crap out Pull up in that Maybach
Now that lil' bitch want some back shots Yeah, I was f*cked up
It wasn't funny, I can laugh now Yeah, I was f*cked up
Doin' bad, I'm in my bag now Can't wait till I cop that seven tray
Impala pull the rag down We havin' shrooms and concentrates
I'm sellin' hash now
My nigga f*ckin' with that fraud He took the fed route
I can't be tweetin' with nobody I'm duckin' fed time
I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard Like it's a deadline
I kiss my baby on her forehead When it's bedtime
They f*ck around, let me touch some money Niggas scared now
I can't be tweetin' with nobody I'm duckin' fed time
I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard Like it's a deadline
I kiss my baby on her forehead When it's bedtime
They f*ck around, let me touch some money Niggas scared now
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Writer: darrol ward jr
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