Oh I've been up for too long, baby tell what You want
Your so outta control
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
Ohhhh, ohh, oh
(Hey)
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Shoot me dead
Shoot me dead
Till you can't recognize me
You wanna fight, you wanna f*ck me
Oh baby highly unlikely
You got me up n down
All round
Your f*cking with my head
You want the Gucci, want the Prada Just to f*ck with my bread
Oh i got nothing left to say
Nothing left to say baby
Ohh she rotting in bed on a day to day basis
Baby why you so damm indecisive
Try to compensate
Oh baby you know i never liked it
Oh you get wasted on Tuesday
Your stuck on your old ways
But i cannot complain cause i'm stuck on The same things
Come on, come on
Yeah talk to me baby
Loving every way you move
So can you walk to me baby
Oh baby tell me why you so complacent
Big bands, big pockets like a rich f*ck
I can't give 2 f*cks i don't got none
Ain't nobody in my city do it like me
Yeah i'm one of one ain't nobody here like me
God damm baby you got me in trance
Oh baby stop it your just here to f*ck with my head (where you at ASTA?)
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Shoot me dead
Shoot me dead
Till you can't recognize me
You wanna fight, you wanna f*ck me
Oh baby highly unlikely
You got me up n down
All round
Your f*cking with my head
You want the Gucci, want the Prada Just to f*ck with my bread
Astía - SHOOTMEDEAD Lyrics
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Oh I've been up for too long, baby tell what You want
Your so outta control
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
Ohhhh, ohh, oh
(Hey)
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Shoot me dead
Shoot me dead
Till you can't recognize me
You wanna fight, you wanna f*ck me
Oh baby highly unlikely
You got me up n down
All round
Your f*cking with my head
You want the Gucci, want the Prada Just to f*ck with my bread
Oh i got nothing left to say
Nothing left to say baby
Ohh she rotting in bed on a day to day basis
Baby why you so damm indecisive
Try to compensate
Oh baby you know i never liked it
Oh you get wasted on Tuesday
Your stuck on your old ways
But i cannot complain cause i'm stuck on The same things
Come on, come on
Yeah talk to me baby
Loving every way you move
So can you walk to me baby
Oh baby tell me why you so complacent
Big bands, big pockets like a rich f*ck
I can't give 2 f*cks i don't got none
Ain't nobody in my city do it like me
Yeah i'm one of one ain't nobody here like me
God damm baby you got me in trance
Oh baby stop it your just here to f*ck with my head (where you at ASTA?)
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Shoot me dead
Shoot me dead
Till you can't recognize me
You wanna fight, you wanna f*ck me
Oh baby highly unlikely
You got me up n down
All round
Your f*cking with my head
You want the Gucci, want the Prada Just to f*ck with my bread
Your so outta control
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
Ohhhh, ohh, oh
(Hey)
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Shoot me dead
Shoot me dead
Till you can't recognize me
You wanna fight, you wanna f*ck me
Oh baby highly unlikely
You got me up n down
All round
Your f*cking with my head
You want the Gucci, want the Prada Just to f*ck with my bread
Oh i got nothing left to say
Nothing left to say baby
Ohh she rotting in bed on a day to day basis
Baby why you so damm indecisive
Try to compensate
Oh baby you know i never liked it
Oh you get wasted on Tuesday
Your stuck on your old ways
But i cannot complain cause i'm stuck on The same things
Come on, come on
Yeah talk to me baby
Loving every way you move
So can you walk to me baby
Oh baby tell me why you so complacent
Big bands, big pockets like a rich f*ck
I can't give 2 f*cks i don't got none
Ain't nobody in my city do it like me
Yeah i'm one of one ain't nobody here like me
God damm baby you got me in trance
Oh baby stop it your just here to f*ck with my head (where you at ASTA?)
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Yeah i've been up for too long, baby tell me what you want
Baby stop with the nonsense you got me Down on the floor
And all this back n fourth, baby it ain't helping no more
Yeah you've been dragging my body in-in and out of the morgue
Shoot me dead
Shoot me dead
Till you can't recognize me
You wanna fight, you wanna f*ck me
Oh baby highly unlikely
You got me up n down
All round
Your f*cking with my head
You want the Gucci, want the Prada Just to f*ck with my bread
Writer: Enrique Caballero
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