paroles de chanson Tomb - DedDreamer

Whew

Bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb (Slikada-Slikadaice!)

Put you in a tomb (Bitch, I'ma drop you in the tomb, huh)
I'm the motherfucker that put you in ya mother's womb (Ayy)
When I fuck, I pull her tracks
Nah, I ain't finna groom (Pullin' her tracks, lil' bitch, huh)
No Roddy, but fuck in the boom-boom room (Blicky, blicky, blicky, blicky), when I pull out The blick, I ain't even gotta click (What?)
You run, or at least assume you do, smoking this magic (No Johnson), I'm talkin voodoo (Yeah)
Smoking this gorilla glue, got me stuck in place, gorilla glue
Nah (Stay right there, I'm killin' you), I ain't finna move
In my will, I'ma need like a mil' or two (Milli'!), cavities, lyin' out his teeth
Fist finna fill a tooth (Break!), better watch that tone or I'm killing you
All this beef, I'm feeling full from the rappers I ate, no cannibal (Yeah)
Got drink in the cup like Jamba Juice, have her slurp on the dick like a Danimals (Danimals)
Smoking on dabs, got a gram of oil (Oh, shit, you snappin', dawg)
Oh, you a lamb with hooves? I'm a G.O.A.T. with horns (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Me and Ded finna rip this shit up, like we walkin' through thorns (Me and Slika)
Hotbox in the car, I ain't talkin no Ford (Skrrt! Skrrt! Skrrt!)
More like eclipses, be in the backseat, fuckin' these bitches (Bitches)
Green dot on point, precision, what a fucked up time we live in
The government tryna make all our decisions, they say you ain't scared, not a tidbit. Nah, I just grab the MAC and grip it
Take out this pack and flip it, all this weight, on my brick shit
Do that work, stop whining and bitchin', don't make me pull up like britches (Goddamn!)

And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb

Bitch I'll put you in a tomb (Tomb), your life the only thing you lose (Lose)
Soul running free, running loose (Loose), put you in a tomb (Tomb)
Next to all the enemies I knew (Knew), fuck you talkin' to? (To)
I'ma knock ya screw loose (Loose), I'm a livin' proof, you can pick and choose (Choose)
What you wanna do? What you tryna do? Let off .22 (.22)
Put you in a tomb, so high that I flew (Flew)
Smoke on magic, ain't no broom, this shit fly, this sum' jet fuel (Ayy)
Beat it in, bloody thighs, ain't no menstrual (Period)
She like hentai, so I fuck her with my tentacle (What?)
Took it all in, damn, bitch, that is commendable (Skrrt!)
I was in jail once for shit I ain't do, I ain't federal (Fuck 12, hey)
I been climbing up the meter, yeah, I'm too hot, equable (Too hot! Sss!)

And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
Bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb

Droppin' yo' body, I'm fadin' yo' shit, your homies, they be fakin' and shit
You want the smoke? Now you takin' that shit, hit from the back, now I'm bangin' a bitch
Fuck a coffin', lil' pussy, drop yo' body in the tomb
I been a G.O.A.T. at this shit, since I came out the fuckin' womb
Run up on me, ayy, ayy, light you up like the moon
You talkin', you talkin' slick, uh, now yo' bitch in my room
I'm drippin' like water and Slika is colder than ice
I'm runnin' this shit like a jogger, lil' bitch, you know I'm not nice (Boom!)

And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb
And bitch, I'll put you in a tomb

(Woo!) Now they done made me a monster, I'm heatin' 'em up like a sauna
'Member, I'll give you some trauma, this shit so fake
But you ain't as real as the drama, tellin' the feds? You a goner
She fuckin' with me, now my kids all on her, R.I.P., X
Death before dishonor, I light that bitch up like a beacon, you know the squad get to Eatin'
Bitch, you know it's 'Dreamer's season
I thank God like a deacon, he fuck with me, he get a beatin'
Shoot a bitch, that's completion, on tracks, they call me a demon
I'm faded, SOSLESION, I chase 'em down, I wet 'em up
Glocks on me, keep 'em tucked
Ayy, I don't give no fucks
If he talk, shut him up, if you don't like the shit you see
Bitch, just close your eyes, if that bitch keep talkin'
Just know he finna die, huh, I love the way that my bitch do that
She throw it back, fuck all the people that say we ain't gonna last
She my queen, let her hit the traphouse
She tell me, "Daddy, tap in," I ain't never tap out
Clock a pussy in his mental, make him black out
Groupie girls crazy, so she with the band now
Fuck all her exes, see how I stand out?
I ain't scared to talk about it, my bitch I'll rap 'bout
I got a trap queen of my own, like I'm Fetty
We makin' paper on paper, I make it rain, confetti
Let my bitch know she on point, machete
Now her ex want her, and that fucker, well I bet he acts a fool

Yeah, yeah, acts a fool
Yeah, yeah, acts a fool
Yeah, yeah, acts a fool

Goddamn! Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
What? What? (Diizii!)