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istg - edwardfusion lyrics

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[intro]
(okay)
(huh, okay)
(d*mn)

[verse 1]
hit that boy with a k, now he bleeding out like a gusher
f*ck the b*tch real good, i got her screaming “yeah!” like usher
think i want your b*tch, but she not a 10, i won’t even touch her (nope)
she told you i’m just a friend i swear to god i wouldn’t even trust her, d*mn
(i wouldn’t, i wouldn’t)
(i swear to god, b*tch)

[chorus)
i swear to god i wouldn’t even trust that hoe (don’t do it)
i swear to god all of my steppas stay outside ready to blow
i swear to god, if you’re such a boss, then i’m the ceo
i swear to god if you want a bag
(b*tch)
i’m quick to say no
(hahaha, i swear to god)
(b*tch, yuh)
i’m quick to say no
(i swear to god, b*tch)
(you already know)
i’m quick to say no
(dumbass)
i swear to god that what’s in the whip, you can’t even know (sh*t)
i swеar to god that i need to go grab the strap, now i’m ready to go (bop bop)
[verse 2]
i went and coppеd me a bentley bentayga, i done got some money but still want some mo’ (money)
said you gon’ run down i bet that i come back in one piece, but not like the show
see me some pop and i see me some red, i’ma combine like i’m ’boutta go pro
my advice, shut the f*ck up, ‘fore you disappear like a ufo
(sh*t, d*mn, huh, f*ck, what, d*mn)
you ain’t coppin’ sh*t, you ain’t droppin’ sh*t, you ain’t poppin sh*t
hottest out my city, i be running sh*t like i’m popovich (yes coach)
i ain’t got no aim, let off a hundred shots and reload the clip
call that hoe simone, everytime i’m with her she be doing the splits (huh)

[outro]
(shut the f*ck up)
(d*mn)
zip up my pants when you done (huh)
(all y’all do is d*ck ride and d*ck suck)
i swear these boys are my sons
(try to slide, you gon’ need luck, i got a big truck)
i swear to god you done (huh, yuh)
i swear to god you’re dumb (b*tch)
i swear to god that all these b*tches know that i’m the one (i am)
i swear to god that i ain’t leaving the crib without my gun (brrt)
i swear to god i know they hating just because they bums (d*mn)
i swear to god you ain’t got no taste like chewed up gum, b*tch, what
(brrt, yuh)

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