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Paroles de la chanson Dead to Me par A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
How come you don't pick up when I call you?
Baby, how come I always end up bein' on your body?
How dumb (Huh?)
Ran down when I saw you, then you left
Had another nigga on you, now I'm stressed
Thinkin' how dumb can you be? Fuck L-O-V-E
Fuck you, fuck L-O-V-E
All you do is tell me things, you just sell me dreams
When I been up before you like the letter V
I should pull up with my new bitch, hop out, wave at you
When you got booked inside Atlantis, 80K, I threw a page at you
Hopin' my next one'll be the same as you
Baby, how come I always end up bein' on your body?
How dumb (Huh?)
Ran down when I saw you, then you left
Had another nigga on you, now I'm stressed
Thinkin' how dumb can you be? Fuck L-O-V-E
Fuck you, fuck L-O-V-E
All you do is tell me things, you just sell me dreams
When I been up before you like the letter V
I should pull up with my new bitch, hop out, wave at you
When you got booked inside Atlantis, 80K, I threw a page at you
Hopin' my next one'll be the same as you
Guess I just have to move the same as you
Yeah, I wish I never met you, that's a fact
But if I chose your friend, the one you call your twin, imagine that
Here we go again, you know I love a bitch with arm tats
Always showin' skin, I might just hit her up like, "Where you at?"
Bitch, I gotta let you go now, this shit is old now (Oh)
Don't you try to hit my phone now, it's all slow now (Don't hit my phone)
Heard I be with all these hoes, said I gotta slow down (Slow down)
Might try to fuck one of my bros, girl, I know you so well, you ain't low now
Gassed up my bros
Tried to tell me, "What's up?" But you had me gassed up
Yeah, I wish I never met you, that's a fact
But if I chose your friend, the one you call your twin, imagine that
Here we go again, you know I love a bitch with arm tats
Always showin' skin, I might just hit her up like, "Where you at?"
Bitch, I gotta let you go now, this shit is old now (Oh)
Don't you try to hit my phone now, it's all slow now (Don't hit my phone)
Heard I be with all these hoes, said I gotta slow down (Slow down)
Might try to fuck one of my bros, girl, I know you so well, you ain't low now
Gassed up my bros
Tried to tell me, "What's up?" But you had me gassed up
But niggas be so fake and the baddies is made of plastic
Funny thing 'bout karma, it comes around and it goes 'round
Stupid lil' bitch, you on your own now
Don't check up on me, mm, you're dead to me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Don't check up on me, you wasn't there for me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
Funny thing 'bout karma, it comes around and it goes 'round
Stupid lil' bitch, you on your own now
Don't check up on me, mm, you're dead to me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Don't check up on me, you wasn't there for me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Can I be honest? No more frontin'
And no more fakin', I know I get complicated
I don't wanna buy your love, just be my favorite
Two-plus at a time because my heart vacant
Got fly together, would ride together
Turned toxic, now only I'm feelin' fine is when I'm on stages
Half of the time, she would say these things (Like, damn, I hate you)
But I ain't get you those Mercedes things
Don't check up on me, mm, you're dead to me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
Can I be honest? No more frontin'
And no more fakin', I know I get complicated
I don't wanna buy your love, just be my favorite
Two-plus at a time because my heart vacant
Got fly together, would ride together
Turned toxic, now only I'm feelin' fine is when I'm on stages
Half of the time, she would say these things (Like, damn, I hate you)
But I ain't get you those Mercedes things
Don't check up on me, mm, you're dead to me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Don't check up on me, you wasn't there for me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Don't check up on me, you wasn't there for me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Don't check up on me, you wasn't there for me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
Don't check up on me, you wasn't there for me
I won't even be surprised if you call the feds on me
These hoes don't care for me, just want bread from me
I can't believe I believed the shit that you said to me
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