lirik lagu ebk bckdoe - give it to me
[sample]
give it to me, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
[intro]
c’mon
alright
(xclusivemadethis)
c’mon
[chorus]
make the b~tch gimme everything, make her bring it here
walk all on yo dead ass brother, think it been a year
early morning at the gate but ain’ n0body here
tryna’ pull da move he finna die i feel it in my spirit (i feel it in my stomach)
i’m in this b~tch punchin’ in, i’m jus freestylin’
i got a b~tch that swipe and steal clothes, i get free nikes
i was sick off perc for two weeks, i’m finna detox it (i was in a coma)
b~tch wanna argue all day, but i am not toxic
[verse 1]
quick to cut it to the b~tch, i’m not your baby daddy
build the b~tch from the ground up, i feel like handy manny
i just made twenty~two songs cuz i just popped an addy
i’m tryna bang it out for fun, i jus dropped the addy
i just spent eight thousand dollars on a chocolate [?]
on the road for twenty~eight days wit’ a chocolate girl
e~40, [?] stevenson, i feel like mr. earl
i don’t wanna know yo’ name, i wanna touch yo pearl
i don’t wanna know yo’ name i wanna touch yo coochie
b~tch my name bckdoe, call me mr. [?]
b~tch took her yeezy slide off, feet smell like dookie
i’ma pull da move on any n~gga think they finna shoot me (ahh ah ah ahh)
i’ma pull da move on any n~gga think they finna pop me
put them [?] in his head, look like dennis rodman
tried to set me up the other day, you is not my patna’
you are not an angry african, you are not no rasta
[chrous]
make the b~tch gimme everything, make her bring it here
walk all on yo dead ass brother, think it been a year
early morning at the gate but ain’ n0body here
tryna’ pull da move he finna die i feel it in my spirit (i feel it in my stomach)
i’m in this b~tch punchin’ in, i’m jus freestylin’
i got a b~tch that swipe and steal clothes, i get free nikes
i was sick off perc for two weeks, i’m finna detox it
b~tch wanna argue all day, but i am not toxic
[verse 2]
b~tch [?] my iphone, but she ain’ got no chicken
n~ggas tried to slide but didn’t score, that is not no mission
i was finna break this b~tch down, coot smell like chitterlings
b~tch i feel like lil [?] who don’t got no b~tches?
i was finna rob my weed man, but it was wrong of me
i don’t wanna drive to oklahoma, but that sh~t ‘long to me
i need about fifteen hun’ on the phone wit me
you need about fifteen guns, wanna fonk wit me
whole bity mad i passed them n~ggas up in seven months
i was young bouncin’ out wit guns they wouldn’t sell me nuttin’
my n~gga told me stop poppin them percs, b~tch don’t tell my nuttin’
i sold the b~tch the same exact dream, she can’t sell me nuttin’
[chorus]
make the b~tch gimme everything, make her bring it here
walk all on yo dead ass brother, think it been a year
early morning at the gate but ain’ n0body here
tryna’ pull da move he finna die i feel it in my spirit
i’m in this b~tch punchin’ in, i’m jus freestylin’
i got a b~tch that swipe and steal clothes, i get free nikes
i was sick off perc for two weeks, i’m finna detox it
b~tch wanna argue all day, but i am not toxic
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