Yung Alienn - I$ HE FREAKING DEAD DUDE? by Yung Trashi Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got super hot flames, but I'm not a rapper
Pull up to your house, unwrap your mom just like a wrapper
Just got done, pull up my zipper, call that a flapper
Her dad came in salty, I call that a cracker
I'm not a chef, but I'll serve your head on a plaster
Hold on, where the clowns at, I thought this was Cirque Du Soleil
I sleep through the night, and I sleep through the day
[Verse 2]
Hurry up and wake up so you catch my fade
Hurry up and wake up so you catch my fade
Hurry up, I gotta sleep through the rest of this day
Hit my braces your hands gonna pay
Wanna have the nice lady to stay?
But wait, you're gay
Your bae is another niggas bae
So, I'm the winner bitch
Get on your hands and knees and beg bitch
Play fetch with my balls bitch
[Verse 3]
Haha, you thought this shit was a joke
I'm sitting down right now, drinking a Coke
No, not sniffing coke, I'm not a dope head
Stop, drop, and beg, your bitch has been fed
Go to the doctor with my eyes looking dead
Niggas getting bread
Flipagram told me to look at his head
Now that nigga can't get no more bread
Your fate must be decided, these niggas souls have fled
[Verse 4]
Get information like TED
He put money on your bitches bed
But is that nigga really dead?
Is he?
Think about it
I got super hot flames, but I'm not a rapper
Pull up to your house, unwrap your mom just like a wrapper
Just got done, pull up my zipper, call that a flapper
Her dad came in salty, I call that a cracker
I'm not a chef, but I'll serve your head on a plaster
Hold on, where the clowns at, I thought this was Cirque Du Soleil
I sleep through the night, and I sleep through the day
[Verse 2]
Hurry up and wake up so you catch my fade
Hurry up and wake up so you catch my fade
Hurry up, I gotta sleep through the rest of this day
Hit my braces your hands gonna pay
Wanna have the nice lady to stay?
But wait, you're gay
Your bae is another niggas bae
So, I'm the winner bitch
Get on your hands and knees and beg bitch
Play fetch with my balls bitch
[Verse 3]
Haha, you thought this shit was a joke
I'm sitting down right now, drinking a Coke
No, not sniffing coke, I'm not a dope head
Stop, drop, and beg, your bitch has been fed
Go to the doctor with my eyes looking dead
Niggas getting bread
Flipagram told me to look at his head
Now that nigga can't get no more bread
Your fate must be decided, these niggas souls have fled
[Verse 4]
Get information like TED
He put money on your bitches bed
But is that nigga really dead?
Is he?
Think about it