Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy – DEAD FACES Lyrics

Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy – DEAD FACES Lyrics

DEAD FACES Lyrics By Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I need drugs for these love songs, I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered up my arms with these dead faces
Covered up my scars with— (Ooh, I can’t get you out my head)
My double cup still poured up ’cause I can’t do this sober
That money made me colder

[Verse 2: Bino Rideaux]
I got rack on my top, get me fed up
I put rack on your top, get me fed up
Got Percocet, promethazine in my liver
Got Percocet, promethazine, I feel bettеr (I feel way better)
‘Membеr them hard times in the ghetto
I got mob ties, that shit forever
Ain’t gon’ phase me ’cause I’m heartless, this what it made me
I pour four lines of that Wock’ ’cause it drive me crazy
I pour four lines of that Wock’ and I feel amazing
I pour four lines of that Wock’ and I think it saved me
Never could forget it, I still feel it on the daily
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy]
I need drugs for these love songs, I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered up my arms with these dead faces
Covered up my scars with— (Ooh, I can’t get you out my head)
My double cup still poured up ’cause I can’t do this sober (Doe Beezy)
That money made me colder (Oh, really?)

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
I been off these Teslas ’cause I can’t do it sober
Sorry, but this my bitch now, you know the old her
Got her walkin’ around, Goyard hang off her shoulder (Goyard)
Look at my twin poppin’ that shit, ain’t no bitch colder (Mwah, come here, baby)
Perkies to the face, 365, ain’t miss a day (Perky)
Tryna find a way to make sure all my niggas straight (Gang)
Ridin’ bulletproof, I can’t get gunned down on the interstate (Skrrt)
Runnin’ up these racks, I’m tryna stack up at least ten a day (Freebandz)
That’s three hundred racks a month, spent half of that on guns
Now I’m at one fifty, hit the club, spent half of that on ones (Go)
Seventy-five thousand, finna spend all that shit with the slums (Go)
I’ll go broke on all the opps, bitch, you know how we come (Baow, baow)
How many niggas really want smoke with Beezy? Probably none (Zero)
They just mad can’t claim the same hood that I’m from (Know that)
Mad they can’t throw up my gang ’cause these niggas lame (Money Gang, Money Gang)
Made sure my niggas was loyal first, then I bought them some chains (Money Gang, Money Gang)
Depending on what you want, bae, you can get the Range
Depending on what you want, bae, can get anything
Ain’t nobody safe, I can fuck on any nigga main (Ooh)
She gon’ keep it confidential in LA, she not with the games (Oh, really?)
I don’t want this fame, you can have this shit (Can have it)
The drama, this money, cars, can’t repay the damages (No)
Fast-ass foreign cars, so geeked, can you handle it? (Go)
I’m off the liquor, I might crash, take another sip (Woah, woah)
Fuck her good, she’ll never need another dick (No, no)
Love my bitch, told her I’ll never eat another clit (Mwah, come here, baby)
You is the only one that’s getting lit (Mwah, come here, baby)
And if you ’round me, then you getting rich (Let’s go)
Pourin’ up my cup, I poured so much it’s flowing over
Stop taking them Percs, yeah, she want me over and over (Perky)
RBMG the army, big dog, but her lil’ soldier
Told her that I got her and I meant every word I told her (Nah, for real)
My mind up off them pills ’cause I can’t do it sober
I can’t do it sober, can’t do it sober
I can’t do this sober, I can’t do it sober, can’t do it sober
Mind racing, I can’t let ’em fuck me over (No)
Can’t make the wrong move and let ’em fuck me over (No, no, no)
That’s why I’m never sober
You want money, then that shit gon’ hurt
Tryna warn you, that shit gon’ hurt
I bet you can’t do it sober
Bet you can’t do it sober
Bet you can’t do it sober

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Oh, really?
So don’t judge me
If you was rich, you would do the same
You dig?