D_cider - Head lyrics

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D_cider - Head lyrics

[Chorus] If I die before my time, baby girl just give me head I swear to God, I'll come back If I die before my time, baby girl just give me head... [Verse 1] G-G-G-Good Morning Miguel got me thinking my girl adorning If blowing up was the first move, I'm on that hot balloon Low pressure, high temperature Wind mind blowing I'm in studio for long hours, my girl in the beauty saloon Beautifying my music, mixtape rapiary coming soon All alone, cause you know what they say, too many cooks spoil the broth Celebrity rappers try living on sh** they can't afford I'm just cutting my chord according to my cloth Alls Goood! Feels like I've been going on for hours Riska_D_Rollaz D-Powers Underground maniac on a revolver D_cider barbaric, chasing my dreams hide and seek game over Life unsteady, dangles Mr Director man, shoot right your angles You've been running in circles Neckless Lawyers at the polars Coldcase Too serious Facetious I'm just young and ambitious I won't lie life s**s I'm enjoying the head Country kid, that lit up the city streets Up all night entertaining Getting some good bucks Shout out to the girl Dough She ain't going out shopping She sobbing Heartbroken Locked up in her bedroom, break-up diet [Chorus] If I die before my time, baby girl just give me head I swear to God, I'll come back If I die before my time, baby girl just give me head I swear to God I'll come back [Verse 2] She get tough Fed up, had enough I thought we was on the same page, same page, different paragraph Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, piano held me hostage No one got the message Public arguing, painting a bad image Spiders search for us just to put us on the Web Page She I, in the same picture Strings attached like a guitar Heartbroken Melisa She yelling she loves me but she packing her bags, Goddamnit she forgot her Visa D•I• D_cider Reality Stunna I'm rapping heavens, Manna Didn't know she were Xhosa, till she call me sanna Fix me pants, man I do it snappy Dirty flow, change the game into a clean nappy This long distance is k**ing me Has anybody heard anything from Brandy Joy won't wipe her tears, how ironic, she yelling she's so happy Open up curtains to the window I'm the bright light baby you know Singles ladies call em Emo Soft like feathers of a pillow Screw your team, name y'all babies no h*mo Heard the game looking for the real me, so I ain't looking at the coach no more!!!!

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