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Dead Flies Video (MV)




Performed By: ZAMIIER
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Zamier Smith




ZAMIIER - Dead Flies Lyrics
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Back in my head again, I'm stayin' down, I can't fold, no
I had to cut that nigga off, keep puttin' trust in these hoes
Why you tellin' folks the biz is like what it is
I used to scoop you with my box on E, I'm guessin' you weren't real
Think about crashin', lowkey wanna get on smack for what he said
Lyin' bitch, I swear to God, I want him dead, gon' get him dead
And it's so f*cked up, cause you knowin' that you f*cked up
Aint apologize, so when you see me, bitch, you better have your f*ckin' head ducked
You crossed me once, what's up with that? You crossed me twice, I'm gettin' back
Can't come around, none of the guys was tellin' lies, now you got live with that
I probably split your f*ckin' wig, I swear to God, I'm Ray Crash
This nigga screamin' mo' shit, never made a dime without his dad
When I first heard the news, I swear to God, I wasn't even mad
Was more disappointed than you, cause you did somethin' I never thought you would do
Was more disappointed than you, cause you was backdoorin me, whole time thinkin' we cool
Was more disappointed than you, cause that shit you did to me, I wouldn't do it to you
That shit really hurt, can't lie, you f*cked me up with that
Why you tellin' my biz like you don't got shit goin' on, man, tell them hoes facts
Why you runnin' your lips bout what I did, that shit for sure would get you scrapped
Got female tendencies, it's clear to see, your dick ain't gettin' wet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like this shit don't make no sense
I had my back to close, your fat ass went and hopped da f*ckin' fence
I had my back to close, your fat ass ran off, tip it to the bitches
I had my back to close, like, why you runnin' off, tellin' all my business
That shit is dead flies, I swear to God, that shit is dead now
You know you dead wrong, I ain't stoppin' the beef until your head gone
Even when you dead and gone, ain't no respect, piss on your headstone
I don't even wanna look at you, bitch, you better not think bout hittin' my damn phone
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Back in my head again, I'm stayin' down, I can't fold, no
I had to cut that nigga off, keep puttin' trust in these hoes
Why you tellin' folks the biz is like what it is
I used to scoop you with my box on E, I'm guessin' you weren't real
Think about crashin', lowkey wanna get on smack for what he said
Lyin' bitch, I swear to God, I want him dead, gon' get him dead
And it's so f*cked up, cause you knowin' that you f*cked up
Aint apologize, so when you see me, bitch, you better have your f*ckin' head ducked
You crossed me once, what's up with that? You crossed me twice, I'm gettin' back
Can't come around, none of the guys was tellin' lies, now you got live with that
I probably split your f*ckin' wig, I swear to God, I'm Ray Crash
This nigga screamin' mo' shit, never made a dime without his dad
When I first heard the news, I swear to God, I wasn't even mad
Was more disappointed than you, cause you did somethin' I never thought you would do
Was more disappointed than you, cause you was backdoorin me, whole time thinkin' we cool
Was more disappointed than you, cause that shit you did to me, I wouldn't do it to you
That shit really hurt, can't lie, you f*cked me up with that
Why you tellin' my biz like you don't got shit goin' on, man, tell them hoes facts
Why you runnin' your lips bout what I did, that shit for sure would get you scrapped
Got female tendencies, it's clear to see, your dick ain't gettin' wet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like this shit don't make no sense
I had my back to close, your fat ass went and hopped da f*ckin' fence
I had my back to close, your fat ass ran off, tip it to the bitches
I had my back to close, like, why you runnin' off, tellin' all my business
That shit is dead flies, I swear to God, that shit is dead now
You know you dead wrong, I ain't stoppin' the beef until your head gone
Even when you dead and gone, ain't no respect, piss on your headstone
I don't even wanna look at you, bitch, you better not think bout hittin' my damn phone
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Writer: Zamier Smith
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