Top Songs By Dave from the Grave
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave from the Grave
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahmahr Blyden
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Composer
Lyrics
You know, when I leave this earth it might be Doomsday
Bitch
Uh
Rest in piss cause his piss where he restin' (Piss)
I won't answer, don't ask me no questions (Bitch)
I thank God everyday for these blessing's (Blessing's)
And I'm trying not to talk to the Devil (Tryin')
He told me not to talk to The Reverend (Why?)
Bitch I put my arm in it, get in (Skrrt)
And I turned this shit to Armageddon (Blurr)
Better watch how you talk to a veteran (Pussy)
I'm a felon, I can't go on Ellen
I got murder all over my mind
Got a young **** feelin' like Melvin
And he think he gon' murk me
Get hit with this thirty
I'm talkin 'bout Curry, no Stephen (Bow)
Bitch I'm talkin' bout curry, no chefin' (Chef)
He act dumb I'ma teach 'em a lesson (Lesson)
I need every truck armed that I get in (Armed)
They gon' sound them alarms when I get in (Alarm)
Send some holes in them all
We ain't Like 'em at all
So he's right in the mall where we left 'em (Fuck 'em)
Yea I just married the money (Married)
But I still had the streets at my wedding (Streets)
Cause I married the streets at 11 (Yuh)
We got married at 7-Eleven (Trap)
Lil mama said "Dave you the shit"
I said shut yo' mouth bitch, who the fuck is you tellin'?
You a snitch, you get stitches for tellin' (Stitch 'em up)
And I don't give a fuck who you tellin' (Give a fuck)
And I don't give a fuck what you sellin' (Bitch)
I'm the shit, I think that's what I'm smellin'
And they said that who smelled it they dealt it (Gas)
I'm a problem and I can't be dealt with, bitch
Rest in piss cause his piss where he restin' (Piss)
I won't answer don't ask me no questions (Bitch)
I thank got everyday for these blessing's (Blessing's)
And I'm trying not to talk to the Devil (Tryin')
He told me not to talk to The Reverend (Why?)
Bitch I put my arm in it, get in (Get in)
And I turned this shit to Armageddon
Put your hands in the air like you're stretchin' (Bitch)
Life's a gamble so bitch what you bettin'? (What you bettin'?)
Lord forgive me, I took that boy blessing's (His blessin's)
I ain't crying' about it, I'm venting (Ventin')
I ain't lying, I swear I ain't flexing (Bitch)
Moving weight, hundred pounds what I'm benching (Weight)
All this gas in my lungs got me belching
I'm about to go dumber than Welvin
Put my golds in my mouth when I fucked her
She said, "I can't believe its not butter" (I can't believe)
Bro, you let that bitch come inside of the trap?
Bro, I can't believe you ain't fuckin' (I can't believe)
I feel like Hugh Hef' with the rubber (The rubber)
I feel like James Bond under covers (Under covers)
I feel like KD with the jumper (The jumper)
You would think that I played for the Thunder (Swish)
You know I'm a Thug with the Gunna (Bow)
I ran down on that boy, he a runner
Easy lick; He was sweet, he a sucka' (Sweet)
He ain't no fighter, he really a lover (Bitch)
I'm the word on the street
I'm the word on the beat
I'm the word, and that's word to my mother (To my mother)
You bet' not say a word to my mother (Lil bit')
Or I pop out, like Danny with Glover's (Bow-Bow)
Bitch
Rest in piss cause his piss where he restin' (Piss)
I won't answer don't ask me no questions (Bitch)
I thank got everyday for these blessing's (Blessed)
And I'm trying not to talk to the Devil
He told me not to talk to The Reverend (Why?)
Bitch I put my arm in it, get in
And I turned this shit to Armageddon
Rest in piss cause his piss where he restin'
I won't answer don't ask me no questions
I thank got everyday for these blessing's
And I'm trying not to talk to the Devil
He told me not to talk to The Reverend
Bitch I put my arm in it, get in
And I turned this shit to Armageddon
Written by: Edgar Ferrera, Jahmahr Blyden