Dead Last ft. Meek Mill, Vory & Fabolous Lyrics

Dead Last ft. Meek Mill, Vory & Fabolous - Rick Ross

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Fuck love, I don't need to give you my heart, don't bleed it

And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on neither

I'm super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people

And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for realYeah, yeah

Over my dead body

Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"

Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it

It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it

They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it

Oh, yeah

Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it

Oh, yeah Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it

Act like I don't care about it

Never show my hand, what they be sayin' 'bout us

Never show the 'Gram how we be playin' 'cause I don't care about it

Chopper to the bully, when we land, that chopper near by us

Nigga be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up

He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life, was standin' next to us

I can't even blame him, he get high-key on his camera up

'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this shit for regular

She fuckin' niggas that's regular, I had to cut her off

My money ain't even regular, couldn't even fuck her raw

If she know how I'm comin', she cum every time I fuck her hard

But every time I nut, it just be somethin' I don't trust at all

Fuck niggas, they'll try treat me like the underdog

'Til I pulled up on 'em in some shit like a three-hundred ball

Act like you don't fuck with us, you know that we don't fuck with y'all

And we can stand on that 'til when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy (Yeah, yeah)Over my dead body

Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"

Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it

It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it

They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it

Oh, yeah

Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it (Uh, yes)

Oh, yeah Teterboro, pretty girl, she wanna see the world

Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word

Free the Lord, I say a prayer because it mean a lot

Killin' niggas by landslide, it never even out

Homicides all in my eyes as long as I'm alive

Birkin bags stuffed full of hundreds, now let's count 'em out

Movin' on, niggas, they will do you wrong

Want a war? Little boy, you better move your mom

Headshot, please, Lord, forgive me when I air it out (Brrt)

Paid the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot

Dead and gone, if we brothers, then we better bond

If I never said, "I love you," I must've said it wrong

Sellin' dubs when we wasn't sellin' much (Woo)

When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs

I may have let you beat me to a watch (Huh)

But I'll never let you beat me to the top Yeah, yeah

Over my dead body

Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"

Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it

It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it

They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it

Oh, yeah

Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it

Oh, yeah Sometimes, I wake up like, "Fuck everybody"

Every thotty that you always see in every party

Every nigga sleepin' on me talkin' petty 'bout me

I'm your worst nightmare and you's a Freddy body

Little homie serial, he on his seventh body

BM on some shit, still like that new seven body

I'ma ball 'til I fall, bitch could never guard me

Comin' short, that ain't no joke and you can't Kevin Hart me

Niggas think they ridin' dirty, but they movin' very sloppy

Got me out here on the North, this shitty very oppy

Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy

Pussy very wappy, got a nigga jewelry shopping

Scoop her in a Sunday, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me

Then got right back to it, bitch could never stop me

I should not be taken lightly, I'm a heavy topic

And broke hoes always trippin', but it's never tropic

The Spanish mamis say, "I like you talkin' heavy, papi"

New Pharrell Louis V with the leather floppies

Pull up to the valet with the engine revin', papi

Tellin' 'em, "Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi"

Middle finger up, like a Tupac picture

Middle finger up, up for who not with you

Yeah, yeah

Over my dead body

Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"

Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it

It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it

They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it

Oh, yeah

Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it

Oh, yeah