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2 fa 5 - eastside reup lyrics

[intro]
boy, kronos go crazy every time
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[verse 1: eastside reup]
ay, we don’t play no games, we get all that
top side made them fiends take a dog nap
i’m a chemist with this sh*t i got it dog wrapped
no this ain’t no fabrication, this sh*t all facts

skuba that’s my brother so i’m riding with him
if it’s a problem we come sliding with them choppa’s with em
i got these p’s on the floor, come get em and slide
this that alex twenty nine, get two for five

it’s dinner time, we got chickens in the kitchen
i get paid to talk sh*t, and they gone listen
and i’ll bring it to your door for that tickеt
and that dope still hit hard after i whipped it n*gga

i got work on thе floor, i won’t miss it
they trippin, if they thought a n*gga wasn’t gone miss em
and i’ll get a n*gga gone, they won’t miss him
that baggy just did a turnaround and i went missing, n*gga

[verse 2: sada baby]
i just did an interview with no censor, aye
say your b*tch to suck the d*ck and i miss her, aye
wonder if the same lips on her sister, aye
pulled the pistol on that b*tch and he kissed her, aye
thirty on me, like rest in peace to mista, aye
remember when he pressed lucky, took that sh*t in his face
zeke was right there, like “d*mn, this young n*gga don’t play”
made him come up out them extra bands, sent him on his way

boy, i speak the truth boy
since my chipped tooth, boy
foreign gym shoes, boy
knock yo sh*t loose, boy
yo b*tch been loose, boy
i just stuffed a thousand pack in her caboose, boy (huh)

me and reup from the east side, ain’t we
p*ssy n*gga, it’s the east side, ain’t it
one wood, that’s a three five, ain’t it
? buffed up that’s my, baby

unk dropped the load off in his pickup
holo knock a n*gga off, this a stick*up
up that forty on your dog, watch him b*tch up
? like his old dog, f*ck this b*tch up

got my eater round too, got my heater round too
better not leave her alone with me, p*ssy n*gga wrong move
you’s a f*ggot ass n*gga like to wong foo
drop two tall n*gga’s with two tall tools
[outro: eastside reup]
ay, we don’t play no games, we get all that
top side made them fiends take a dog nap
i’m a chemist with this sh*t i got it dog wrapped
no this ain’t no fabrication, this sh*t all facts

- eastside reup lyrics

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