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Brain Dead (feat. Ari) Lyrics


Moneybagg Yo Brain Dead (feat. Ari)

Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh

Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and a eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead
I wanna give, but tryna maintain a level head
I live with no regrets, I ain't takin' back nothin' I said
Big dick hit different when I pop a Perc to the head
You my lil' G, no notary, I'm stampin' it

Flashbacks of us f..ckin' in the rain, I still had on my chains
Thought I saw you, but you not here, you left a stain on my brain
Just accept my flaws and all the slime that it come with my name
Niggas ain't a factor, that's a fact, can't play in my lane
Back seat of the Maybach, Presi' Rolex plain, grown mane
If you adore her, you gotta Dior her, ain't no price range
Tell me this endless, show me you won't run out on us
You say I'm not affectionate, it's not my fault, I don't know love
Always get on your nerve, it be my choice of words
You got to be the one for me, look at all these hoes I curve
The blind can see how I'm comin', at least I'm raw and I'm honest
I'm not gon' play 'bout this woman, brain dead, you left me unconscious

Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh

Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and a eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
Hey babe, I'm just checkin' on you, see where you at, what you doin'
Call me when you can, love you, bye
I'm not finna keep call your motherfuckin' phone, like
Call me the f..ck back, drop your location, something, I'm gonna beat your ass, you got me f..cked up
Call me back now
I'm sick of this shit, like, I'm done, I don't know why you always do this shit to me
Like, you waste my f..ckin' time, all the time
All you have to do is call me back


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