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Happy Death Day Lyrics - Artist : MrHeadA$$Trendy
Hoodrixh on the track [?]
Well, woke up this morning to collect a baggie I go in the kitchen and grab me a snackie A Pop-Tart and Lunchable' ain't really much But I know I'll be late to my job, gotta rush I put on my jeans and I go find my keys But then there goes my bladder, oh shit, gotta pee I pull out my dingy, and let loose of the hell of it [*phone rings*] My phone started ringing, like, "Bro, who the hell is this?" "Hey, how ya doin', yo' car has been taken" It just was outside when the day was awaken I go outside, just to go see what he talkin' bout' Damn, he wasn't lying, it's time to go walk it out Go kiss my lady, goodbye, then I'm on the roll Then tell my brother he's dumb and he don't get hoes Go outside, oh my God, look at the sky today [*gunshot*] boom goes my head, I didn't know I would die today Woke up, oh wait, I'm confused, didn't I die? It wasn't a dream, I swear I really died I checked on my phone and the date is the same Nigga the fuck is this, some type of game? I get me a Pop-Tart on side with a Lunchable' My job is the only way I'm getting my money, ugh Zip up my jeans, but my bladder is calling me [*phone rings*] wait no, wait, there go my phone, someone calling me I hang it up, then I go run outside I trip on the floor then- [*gunshot*] Boom I still died What the fuck? What the fuck, I already lived this day bro? Hoodrixh on the track [?] What the fuck? I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof Woke up in the morning, confused, what's going on? Living on repeat, holy fuck, this isn't fun Fuck the Pop-Tart, extra fuck you to the Lunchable' I call the number first, I gotta find out who's responsible "Hey, how you doing" "No bro, who the fuck are you? I really keep dying, tell me just what I do?" "Sir, I'm confused", "Shut the fuck up! Better not catch you, I'm gon' fuck you up!" You do not have hoes, shit I gotta go Tell my girlfriend that I love her, but bro Where is my Uber, this shit is so slow Wait, ain't someone finna- [*gunshot*] Hoodrixh on the track [?] I'm not with the bullshit, I'm not finna fuck around Have to find my killer, just wonder, where, why, how Grab a knife, I'm going out You don't have hoes, you skinny mouth Out that backdoor of my house, oh, I got him now Just need to make out where I gotta get out this house I grab him then I got my knife in his mouth Now who got hoes, it's my little bro? May this be a little [?] cheating ass hoe? Bro this a nigga, "I have a confession" Fuck that you're gay bro, it's killing your lesson Been living repeatedly, damn this is stressing He has to still die, happy death day, you freshman I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof I'm living this day again Must find a way, my friend What can I clearly do? Death is just bulletproof |
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