Sincerely J.V - Deady (feat. Shawn Breez)

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She said that she feeling me
I do not fuck with that bitch and her energy (No no no)
I do not need anymore no more enemies
She said that he just a friend to me
So to me I really think he frenemie
She said that she feeling me
I do not fuck with that bitch and her energy (Ah ah)
I do not need anymore no more enemies
She said that he just a friend to me frienemie
Had to cut that bitch off
Played with her heart
She think that I’m evil
She calling me narc
She really on petty
I’m calling her steady
I don’t want your love
Cause my heart is on deady
I cannot trust on a bitch I ain’t ready
I’m focused on money yea call me Vercetti
Focused on blue count it up on that fetti
I blow up your spot make it pop no confetti (Pop pop)
I cannot trust her I think she skeezer (Skeezer)
She wanna go out for no reason (Reason)
The squad told me that she treesh yea (Treesh yea)
T.N.T so I think I’m gon leave her
She not into me but she keep fiending (Fiending)
I cannot figure out what her season (Season)
Cause one minute she cold like a freezer (Freezer)
The next minute she hot like a heater (Hot hot)
I make shit pop no confetti
I don’t tote glizzys but know I stay ready
I’m from New York where shit could get messy
Bumping new Tjay young bull that new S.B (Lil Tjay)
I do not like you please nigga don’t test me
I am no killer call me Makaveli (Makaveli Makaveli)
She knew I’d killer right there when she met me
She knew I’d dub her right there don’t upset me (Ah)
She really a dub
Think she in love
She want a new visa she punching it up (She punching it up)
What do I look like I look like a scammer
I cannot do that can’t be caught on cameras (Na na na)
I know that I could get lined these days
So I don’t trust on the wocky aye
Tryna get rich just like Roddy aye
Need me a shooter beside me aye
Had to cut that bitch off
Played with her heart
She think that I’m evil
She calling me narc
She really on petty
I’m calling her steady
I don’t want your love
Cause my heart is on deady
I cannot trust on a bitch I ain’t ready
I’m focused on money yea call me Vercetti
Focused on blue count it up on that fetti
I blow up your spot make it pop no confetti (Pop pop)
Loaded stick pull that shit off the rip (Rraaa rraaa)
Watch the drip 33 in the clip
Watch it spit I'ma aim at ya bitch (Mhm)
Make her sick cause she choke on the dick (Eer)
I'ma hit best believe I'ma split
She won't quit cause I showed her a brick (Mhm)
I’m the shit put my hand on her tit (Mhm)
60 Ps I can’t fuck with the bricks (No way)
Japanese when I’m hungry as shit
Pardon me gotta P on my wrist (Bling)
Don’t you see it’s a sea on my wrist (Blow)
Bullets sparking don’t get caught in the mix
I'ma park it it don’t come with no tints (Skrt skrt)
Magic carpet I get low in the Benz (Skrt skrt)
Thought I farted I was rolling again
Don’t you start it I'ma blow it again
40 spark when it hit it’s gon eat you (Mhm)
Benihana we don’t fuck with no Kiku
Run up on me best believe we gon beat you (Blow blow)
Reaching for it I got one that’s gon' meet you (Blow blow)
Pull it back make it clap we gon leave you
One in your temple got 2 in your steeple (Mhm)
Beam on the end of my 9 so I see you (Mhm)
I can not fuck with the cops so I flee too (Ooo)
Reach for my chain best believe you be deady (Ooo)
Blow up the spot with the glock and the semi (Ooo)
I was 15 when my pops got the hemi (Ooo)
I turned 16 then he copped me the Chevy (Ooo)
Baby you need to stop it already (Ooo)
Give me the top my heart is on deady (Ooo)
I need the top bitch my heart is on deady
Had to cut that bitch off
Played with her heart
She think that I’m evil
She calling me narc
She really on petty
I’m calling her steady
I don’t want your love
Cause my heart is on deady
I cannot trust on a bitch I ain’t ready
I’m focused on money yea call me Vercetti
Focused on blue count it up on that fetti
I blow up your spot make it pop no confetti

Written by:
Shawn Brown, Vidal Brown

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