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4 sum blow - eddison lyrics

[intro: eddison]
(the crmsyn chin)
(reapyy)
(eddison) yeah

[chorus: eddison]
lil b*tch, i told that lil b*tch to suck my d*ck and go
yeah, i got bags and the dope, n*ggas flip ’em like a stove (yeah, yeah)
got a badass lil bih’, bih’ gon’ suck me then she go
i told that b*tch to suck my d*ck, and she gon’ suck me for some blow
[verse 1: eddison]
b*tch go, f*ck her brains ’til that b*tch slow, ooh
smokin’ dope, i got big clips, b*tch i don’t reload, ooh
you a b*tch, you a p*ssy, so i kick your door, ooh
walk ’em down, walk ’em down, he a b*tch*ass ho, ooh
yeah, walk ’em down, walk ’em down, i’m gon’ drill his hole
i’m in this trap, break the stove
i f*cked his b*tch, he ain’t even know
break her back, i got sticks and blow
yeah, i f*cked the b*tch and then i threw her snow
yeah, i break the b*tch back until it go
yeah, i’m sweatin’ b*tch, in this moncler coat (yuh)

[chorus: eddison]
lil b*tch, i told that lil b*tch to suck my d*ck and go
yeah, i got bags and the dope, n*ggas flip ’em like a stove (yeah)
got a badass lil bih’, bih’ gon’ suck me then she go
i told that b*tch to suck my d*ck, and she gon’ suck me for some blow

[instrumental break]

[verse 2: samsvng bling]
got ’em pies on the table, i’ma serve ’em full of love
got your b*tch, her wrist fl!ckin’, yeah she cookin’ on the stove
money power, that’s the mission, got the whole team on go
my wrist dancin’, tv shinin’ while i’m smokin’ on that dough
f*ck that ho in the kitchen, then she gonna come deep*throat
big*ass gadget, it’s a smith &, and i’m grippin’ on that pole
grip that pole (bah, bah), let it go
grip that pole (move, doo*doo*doo*doo), let it go
yeah yo’ b*tch, she a ho, and she f*ck the whole team
my aim be so perfect, yeah my glock, it hold a red beam
if that ho doin’ them tricks, she get put on the team
if that ho can do a split, then she hop on the beam
[verse 3: d$taxk]
ain’t no lil truce, you can’t stay the night
and no lil b*tch, you can’t hold my pipe
’cause the only thing that you gon’ do is write
this shawty suck me up for the night
and i got a white b*tch, whole lotta white
smokin’ on opps, n*gga, pack a pipe
catcher is stained, middle of night
f*ck yo’ b*tch, n*gga i might
they tried to ride down, they ain’t have guns
i’m takin’ this pack n*gga and his funds
what i do, this ain’t for fun
yeah i shot in the face, screamin’ “red rum”
i’m smokin’ on opps, you can tell by the smoke
you thought you was food, but this sh*t ain’t a joke
this big .45, and it come with a scope
you know i won’t miss, i got all of the hoes
i f*ck on lil trisha, she call me a king
i pulled out the choppa, i think you gon’ swing
glock on you fly, n*gga grew wings
asian plug, name it ping
this trap house jumpin’, we sellin’ crack
n*gga want talkin’, put two to his back
we spin his block, n*gga with some macs
choppa gon’ run a n*gga for his racks
[chorus: eddison]
lil b*tch, i told that lil b*tch to suck my d*ck and go
yeah, i got bags and the dope, n*ggas flip ’em like a stove (yeah, yeah)
got a badass lil bih’, bih’ gon’ suck me then she go
i told that b*tch to suck my d*ck, and she gon’ suck me for some blow (yeah, yeah)
for some blow

[verse 4: 83hades]
had to slide in on your wh0re
i’ve been ballin’ like a court
sellin’ product, i ain’t got no store (store)
hot like cartis, yeah they give me floor
bang at ’em, i’ma make some noise
full work, i’ma need some awards (yuh, yuh)
got a stick just to win all the wars
on my mama, why you act like a wh0re?
he a b*tch, he won’t come to new york
you ain’t spendin’, what you got racks for?
a thousand dollars, i come on ’til i’m four
and i got some sh*t that you cannot afford
she holdin’ on mine, might as well do p*rn
i’m in the whip, eating a two*door
wasn’t enough, she needed more
them shots come out, they hit the floor
i am the best, they can’t compare (fah*fah*fah)
off of the wheel, i need a spare
i don’t even f*cking care
and she got demons in her stare
b*tch i be posted up with rare
she needed me on my way there
my heart broke, all my body tear
gucci fendi what i wear
i got the beam, i let it glare
83, i’m runnin’ on for mayor
i hit that b*tch like i’m john mayer
i run my fingers through her hair (through her hair)

[outro: 83hades]
in the whip, eating a two*door
wasn’t enough, she needed more
them shots come out, they hit the floor
i am the best, they can’t compare (fah*fah*fah)
off of the wheel, i need a spare
i don’t even f*cking care
and she got demons in her stare
b*tch i be posted up with rare
she needed me on my way there
my heart broke, all my body tear
gucci fendi what i wear
i got the beam, i let it glare
83, i’m runnin’ on for mayor
i hit that b*tch like i’m john mayer
i run my fingers through her hair (through her hair)

- eddison lyrics

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