lirik lagu edot babyy - no response
[intro]
gang, gang, gang
b~tch, huh?
gang, gang, gang (huh?)
sugarhill get the f~ckin’ money
[verse]
pop out the cut, then i’m gon’ panic (huh?)
we gettin’ money, but no we not scammin’ (gang, gang, gang)
that boy was chattin’, got hit with a cannon (gang)
i’m with the o’s, no need for preparin’ (gang, b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
we just gon’, pop out
we all bout’ the smoke, bring glocks out (huh?, gang, gang, gang, gang)
chapo was talkin’ but then he got knocked out
all my [?] feenin’ with chops out (huh?, b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
and she wanna, shake it (hey)
throw her in the oven, then i’m gon’ bake it (bow)
and she wanna, taste it (bow)
put a yerk in her blunt and she feel amazin’ (bow, bow)
i’m with the gang, and you with your gang, but when we pop out that sh~t ain’t the same (gang, b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
she throw it back and she make it clap
and you know that she doin’ that sh~t for the gang (bow, gang)
like, just [?] in the o, we tote them knocka’s and no we can’t go (huh?, gang gang gang)
it’s edot babyy, my name you know
say that sh~t once and she drive the boat (huh?, b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
like, they can’t keep up
double [?] shots, i’m uppin’ the bluff (bow, bow, gang)
n~ggas be chattin’, i keep one tucked (gang, gang)
i’ma clap, no poles, then leave sh~t [?] (b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
slow sh~t down, i’ma speed sh~t up
and gang in the spot, and we lit as f~ck
call up ta, then we bend blocks (huh?, huh?)
n~ggas love chattin’ but never send shots (gang, gang, gang)
but baby get st~rdy, and pour some shots
we in the spot, don’t move too hot
try to run up, you might get flocked (what?, what?)
b~tch, facts (gang, gang, gang)
now it’s back to the basics (huh?)
lets talk ’bout them facts how you ain’t even lay sh~t (huh?)
no, you ain’t even spray sh~t (gang)
only f~ckin’ with n~ggas that’s uppin’ that k b~tch (b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
heard y’all writin’ them statements
but y’all chat on the book like it’s us, we don’t say sh~t
we’ll spin every day, b~tch (huh?)
but y’all put in no pain for us to escalate sh~t (b~tch, gang, gang, gang)
now it’s back to the real talk
f~ck that, tote straps, now it’s back to the steel talk
all my n~ggas is real dawgs
if y’all slide to my side, you get hit with that steel, dawg
mask on with a pokey
do a drill then i gotta get lowkey (huh?, huh)
24, no kobe
i’m sendin’ them shots, now he screamin’ to police
you n~ggas don’t play with big guns
i’m spinnin’ ya’ block, and sendin’ some shots
my n~ggas, they bangin’ with big drums
and he tried to run and got hit with a mop
big .45, [?] knocked off his top
come with the straps, get low from the cops
now it’s a new opp pack, we on hots
b~tch, gang, gang, gang
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