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watch this - eric t lyrics

rex, rex
[chorus]
b*tch i’m tryna pop sh*t
don’t believe me watch this
better stop with all that nonsense
know some n*ggas from the west side
yea from compton
n*ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
no we not locked in
richard mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f*ck that b*tch but i can’t give her a kiss
never trust em cause these n*ggas gone switch
up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
r3ck up it swear to god he won’t miss
stop talking boy you not with the sh*ts
i bet that i crack her like ritz
emo b*tch she had slits on her wrist
[verse]
had your moment
that b*tch going
losing focus
za smoke potent
rappin sh*t up in my gеnes
had to slow down on codeine
now i’m back to smoking weed b*tch
promisе n*ggas never seen sh*t
momma said i wouldn’t be sh*t
now i’m chillin with the demons
now these b*tches eating s*m*n
i’m just tryna f*ck a mean b*tch
why the f*ck you moving green b*tch
had to leave her ass on seen b*tch
i can’t even f*cking read this
broke boy up some cheese b*tch
back there i’m counting checks huh
warrant out for my arrest b*tch
more or more or more or less huh
i can’t even lie i’m blessed huh
where the f*ck the percocets b*tch
had to hit my n*gga rex b*tch
where the f*ck these n*ggas at b*tch
i don’t wanna do that chat sh*t
p*ssy n*gga where you at b*tch
i’ll never ever lack b*tch
d*mn yo ass so fat b*tch
i’m tryna play with that cat b*tch
that sh*t made me laugh b*tch
these n*ggas be acting catfish
why can’t i move past it
make em disappear like it’s magic
heart so cold
lord i don’t know
i count a roll
she give me head honor roll
most these n*ggas been hoes
they tryna switch on they bro
b*tch i already know
that’s why i can’t even go
huh let the chop sang
let the chop bang
i can’t feel my uh yea
i can’t feel my brain
think this sh*t a game p*ssy
stay up in your lane
all this grit and grain
this b*tch suck me up insane
[chorus]
b*tch i’m tryna pop sh*t
don’t believe me watch this
better stop with all that nonsense
know some n*ggas from the west side
yea from compton
n*ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
no we not locked in
richard mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f*ck that b*tch but i can’t give her a kiss
never trust em cause these n*ggas gone switch
up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
r3ck up it swear to god he won’t miss
stop talking boy you not with the sh*ts
i bet that i crack her like ritz
emo b*tch she had slits on her

- eric t lyrics

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