(I told you stop mannequin dressing)
I walked in this bitch with a Mink- I stepped on these lil bitty guys
Can't ride on this wave, you gone sink- You never been high as the tide
UNO got 60 you see the police, then we load up an ready to slide (Uno!)
I told you lil niggas im shiesty, I'll rip off ya arm an tell you climb
(Shiesty!) Boujee Proud Jit
Real reptilian rockin, I might pull up shed skin
Quick to X ya out, and put my broad on a jet
She walked in ass out, and left ya spot with all ya shit
If i'm gone shine, then you shinin
You my lil diamond, God damn check the timin
Yo pockets flat and rewindin, hate to see death for no reason
That's why I look through silver lining
Switchin hoes like the seasons, truth or face but deceiving
Slime me out we get even, All the snakes commit treason
That's why I stick to myself
I'm in the back of the-back of the club
I promise you, you don't know where i'm at
I'm with my reps, I'm with my slats
We put this shit on the map
We can go scat for scat
We can go tit for tat
We can go back to-back to forth or we can go back to that
All of my shooters, they name is redacted
Slip up, and they catch you in traffic
486 we outside causin havok
I'm in Dior an Amiri i'm matchin
Look at the way that I rock out when I get on stage, you know that i'm poppin my shit
All of the bitches they flockin when i'm in the room, I tell'em get off of my- ah!
Stay with the Martin like Aston
Eat on my dick- God damn thought you fastin
Molly my love in the past tense
Double the money like magic
Coke on my face, I look faded
Death on my mind hope I make it
Take ya bitch out to Turks and get her naked
Pussyboy sweeter than Sadie
Livin room full of dead faces
Look at that mannequin
Dressin up like himself, he think he the man again- He is not down with shenanigans
Caught him at a show and he ran again- One look and he panickin
Look where we came from
I was so lost in the dirt but now i done grew up, and I think that I made sum
I got a livin room full of dead faces
Livin room full of dead faces
Livin room full of dead faces
Stinky Pete - DEAD FACES (feat. Airport Hippie & Hu$tle Hendrixx) Lyrics
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(I told you stop mannequin dressing)
I walked in this bitch with a Mink- I stepped on these lil bitty guys
Can't ride on this wave, you gone sink- You never been high as the tide
UNO got 60 you see the police, then we load up an ready to slide (Uno!)
I told you lil niggas im shiesty, I'll rip off ya arm an tell you climb
(Shiesty!) Boujee Proud Jit
Real reptilian rockin, I might pull up shed skin
Quick to X ya out, and put my broad on a jet
She walked in ass out, and left ya spot with all ya shit
If i'm gone shine, then you shinin
You my lil diamond, God damn check the timin
Yo pockets flat and rewindin, hate to see death for no reason
That's why I look through silver lining
Switchin hoes like the seasons, truth or face but deceiving
Slime me out we get even, All the snakes commit treason
That's why I stick to myself
I'm in the back of the-back of the club
I promise you, you don't know where i'm at
I'm with my reps, I'm with my slats
We put this shit on the map
We can go scat for scat
We can go tit for tat
We can go back to-back to forth or we can go back to that
All of my shooters, they name is redacted
Slip up, and they catch you in traffic
486 we outside causin havok
I'm in Dior an Amiri i'm matchin
Look at the way that I rock out when I get on stage, you know that i'm poppin my shit
All of the bitches they flockin when i'm in the room, I tell'em get off of my- ah!
Stay with the Martin like Aston
Eat on my dick- God damn thought you fastin
Molly my love in the past tense
Double the money like magic
Coke on my face, I look faded
Death on my mind hope I make it
Take ya bitch out to Turks and get her naked
Pussyboy sweeter than Sadie
Livin room full of dead faces
Look at that mannequin
Dressin up like himself, he think he the man again- He is not down with shenanigans
Caught him at a show and he ran again- One look and he panickin
Look where we came from
I was so lost in the dirt but now i done grew up, and I think that I made sum
I got a livin room full of dead faces
Livin room full of dead faces
Livin room full of dead faces
I walked in this bitch with a Mink- I stepped on these lil bitty guys
Can't ride on this wave, you gone sink- You never been high as the tide
UNO got 60 you see the police, then we load up an ready to slide (Uno!)
I told you lil niggas im shiesty, I'll rip off ya arm an tell you climb
(Shiesty!) Boujee Proud Jit
Real reptilian rockin, I might pull up shed skin
Quick to X ya out, and put my broad on a jet
She walked in ass out, and left ya spot with all ya shit
If i'm gone shine, then you shinin
You my lil diamond, God damn check the timin
Yo pockets flat and rewindin, hate to see death for no reason
That's why I look through silver lining
Switchin hoes like the seasons, truth or face but deceiving
Slime me out we get even, All the snakes commit treason
That's why I stick to myself
I'm in the back of the-back of the club
I promise you, you don't know where i'm at
I'm with my reps, I'm with my slats
We put this shit on the map
We can go scat for scat
We can go tit for tat
We can go back to-back to forth or we can go back to that
All of my shooters, they name is redacted
Slip up, and they catch you in traffic
486 we outside causin havok
I'm in Dior an Amiri i'm matchin
Look at the way that I rock out when I get on stage, you know that i'm poppin my shit
All of the bitches they flockin when i'm in the room, I tell'em get off of my- ah!
Stay with the Martin like Aston
Eat on my dick- God damn thought you fastin
Molly my love in the past tense
Double the money like magic
Coke on my face, I look faded
Death on my mind hope I make it
Take ya bitch out to Turks and get her naked
Pussyboy sweeter than Sadie
Livin room full of dead faces
Look at that mannequin
Dressin up like himself, he think he the man again- He is not down with shenanigans
Caught him at a show and he ran again- One look and he panickin
Look where we came from
I was so lost in the dirt but now i done grew up, and I think that I made sum
I got a livin room full of dead faces
Livin room full of dead faces
Livin room full of dead faces
Writer: Bryce Coleman, Gavin Bordelon, Roemello Sasser
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid