eddu freestyle - tec lyrics
rolling up thrax in this gravel leaf these n*ggas don’t compare to me, let em send a diss turn yo favorite artist to rapper weed while i’m out in traffic that ratchet sit on the passenger seat (right c’here) imma make it back and that’s on miss ketha and daphany, i don’t know sh*t ain’t no since of dem b*tches even asking me tell them b*tches eat dat d*ck up right after they shackle me (eat that d*ck), p*ssy n*ggas wanna cl!ck up choppa split they faculty, you p*ssy like yo daddy apple ain’t far from the apple tree (p*ssy) ain’t been on them addy’s but i still been putting them tabs in me on thеm b*tches casually mix it with this cali weed, word in that raq a p*ssy n*gga say he sparin’ me want smokе because his bm sucked me slow up in a air & b and currently a n*gga feeling rich rich get back up go (bom) (bom) n*gga that’s that big b*tch you know i go dum’ dum’ wit a 350 shifted n*ggas spin with all them guns and don’t even hit sh*t, team still got love like the cavilers my who clique rich like lil phat f*ck a rap career all i’ll risk it up in saks at the galleria buying my b*tch sh*t i already bought the whole male section off white and chanel stepping they been praying on my downfall i’m still receiving blessings from the can in the chow hall to eating steak for breakfast choppa go blam you know that sound dog it ain’t no smith & wesson, if it ain’t bout m’s or opps bodies you know whop ain’t interested, don’t tell me bout no rap sh*t i’m tryna score a brick they need to make a app to get these rappers of my d*ck them crackers still k!lling n*ggas and they charge get dismissed livin’ here ain’t easy but i’m going out thuggin’ hard as a b*tch (thugga thugga) in these br streets you can ask bout a n*gga up in the industry they done black balled a n*gga that’s why i use my face card and get them packs out lil n*gga to the detective only time he speak facts bout a n*gge rattin ass (aye these good tellin’ ass p*ssy ass n*ggas mane and i heard them n*ggas black balling you luh that sh*t ain’t stopping nun ya heard me? i know that sh*t ain’t holding that nation down i’m bout to come back in this b*tch man mane run that sh*t look turn me up), they be like luh why you ain’t blew yet why instagram took ya blue check you constantly remind me of some sh*t i didn’t do yet while i was in confinement them n*ggas was hollerin who dat like fans of the saints could give a d*mn what n*ggas think cause everybody and they opinion don’t deposit at the bank and everybody know i’m winning money rising like my rank try too copy n*gga wanna stand on side me but they can’t n*gga know we terrorizing flash out i’ll go blank in this b*tch if you don’t pay me hoe you can’t get this d*ck b*tch you should pay me hoe to think for you b*tch all of these ben franklins i’m so thankful for dis i’m so thankful i’m rich eat my whole f*ckin d*ck
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