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eli - lil garbage truck lyrics

[intro: lil garbage truck]
yah
yah
what?
my n*gga alien just turned this sh*t up
lil garbage truck, yeah

[verse 1: lil garbage truck]
i had to hop on this beat with my n*gga eli
his b*tch was sucking his d*ck i told her eat mine
these n*ggas tried to run up and i made her rewind
she want a sneak peek so i let her see mine
i can’t move, i can’t go
‘cause it’s dough, that i smoke (ooh)
on that b*tch, for that hoe
then i go, hit the road
scam a b*tch, scam a n*gga, ‘cause i need some f*cking dough
scam a n*gga on the xbox for that live gold (oooooh, let’s go)
60 for a 3, 5 i’m smoking on well nuts
n*ggas f*cked up in the crib smokin’ well nuts
i’m getting tired of the coochie, b*tch, show me the b*tt
and i’m getting tired of you tеasing me, b*tch, let me f*ck
i was looking at my b*tch likе, “what the f*ck?!”
then i see a f*ggot n*gga like, what the f*ck?!”
then i see my bank account like, “what the f*ck?!”
i need to bust some jewels i’m broke as f*ck
my shooter from blood gang i call him emon
i just scammed this white b*tch her name was evon
i just beat my meat then i gave her the band*aid
i just bought some fake lean from the right aid
i pray eli don’t get locked up ‘cause he gon’ get raped
you n*ggas so lame ‘cause you still hit vapes
i just scammed a old hater and left him sh*t face
i’m tryna f*ck this b*tch ‘cause she got big cake
i’m finna pass this song to my n*gga, eli
need a local f*ggot dawg when they 100 eli
i be humpin b*tches with their phone bills i’m the nice guy
i put 5 star meals everyday fryin’ wi*fi
[verse 2: punchin’ eli]
d*mn, this n*gga just called me a f*ggot
this n*gga three cash is known as the f*cking booty cabinet
imma beat spazzo’s ass when i catch that n*gga lacking
this n*gga f*cked up in the crib tryna sing michael jackson
d*mn, that n*gga has twenty dollars for a motherf*cking heel drink
i just shot up this n*gga carti he broke as h*ll in a bewick
and this n*gga broke as h*ll he can’t even afford a bewick
this beat sound like china it reminds me of slump ak
and this n*gga mad as h*ll ‘cause he missed out on his payday
i was three years old when i had s*x on a play date
i put a bomb on kobe bryant but that sh*t went mayday
oops, yeah, i’m sorry for that last line
i’m like ricky bobby up this sh*t i ain’t talkin’ bout nascar
i’m bout to feed this n*gga to the lliance i ain’t talkin’ bout jaguar
and i’m bout to beat slump ak with a f*ckin’ pop tart

- lil garbage truck lyrics

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