Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead People, artist - Brodinski. Album song The Sour Patch Kid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BROYAL
Song language: English
Dead People |
| Ben Frank, that’s my homie |
| Andrew Jackson, that’s my homie |
| Ulysses Grant, that’s my homie |
| Hamilton, that’s my homie |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| Mid coming in by the trash bag |
| I got that gas bag, I need a big trunk |
| I’m trapping in the lowkey Honda |
| Pickup truck picked the bricks up |
| I whip it up like I got nunchucks |
| I go everywhere with my gun tucked |
| 50 round shoot like a drummer |
| Came in the game to kick shit like a punter |
| I keep with the chopstick like it’s Benihana’s |
| Me and my plug communicate with numbers |
| I keep the Judge like I’m your honor |
| I beat the work in the pot like E. Honda |
| How many bricks can I stuff in my Honda? |
| Started the plug and never been a runner |
| Add the baking soda, hit it like thunder |
| I keep the money on me by the bundle |
| Ben Frank, that’s my homie |
| Andrew Jackson, that’s my homie |
| Ulysses Grant, that’s my homie |
| Hamilton, that’s my homie |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| Ben Frank, that’s my homie |
| Andrew Jackson, that’s my homie |
| Ulysses Grant, that’s my homie |
| Hamilton, that’s my homie |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I got a sixth sense, seeing dead people |
| Compact Glock .45, that’s the Grim Reaper |
| I go M.I.A. |
| with two mamacitas |
| I wear Givenchys, I don’t wear Adidas |
| Rockstar nigga, be high like the Beatles |
| That money chasing me like Jeepers Creepers |
| Ice all on me like it’s creatures |
| These bitches suck on me like leeches |
| I double my cup and I’m snaeking and geeking |
| I’m on the Percocet this evening |
| Popped me a Xan, got me sleeping |
| Drinking a raw four, got my cup leaking |
| Looking for a plug, I’m Tom peeping |
| Whipping a brick and my arm bleeding |
| Do anything for the money, I need it |
| Dropping a ticket like fall season |
| Ben Frank, that’s my homie |
| Andrew Jackson, that’s my homie |
| Ulysses Grant, that’s my homie |
| Hamilton, that’s my homie |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| Ben Frank, that’s my homie |
| Andrew Jackson, that’s my homie |
| Ulysses Grant, that’s my homie |
| Hamilton, that’s my homie |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |
| I’m seeing dead people |