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Ed Edd Eddy
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(Ed, Edd and Eddy) Ayy, yeah (Bad bih' look like Saweetie, give me head when I'm ready) Ayy, yeah (Ayy, brand new Five-seveN, it don't jam, it leave jelly) Ayy, yeah, yeah, Chino (I might hit the West, do a scam at the telly) Chino, Chino, ayy (Wear a mask, don't be reckless) (Ayy, Nash) (That boy ain't a hundred, beat the fed 'cause he tellin') Ayy, ayy, they hatin' on me (And if you check his paperwork, he scared, you can tell it) Ayy, ayy, hatin' on me (All this bond money, I might never see a cell) Ayy, ayy, hatin' on me (The plug just hit my phone, said, "Hit his celly", he gon' mail it) Ayy, let's go Ed, Edd and Eddy Bad bih' look like Saweetie, give me head when I'm ready Ayy, brand new Five-seveN, it don't jam, it leave jelly I might hit the West, do a scam at the telly Wear a mask, don't be reckless That boy ain't a hundred, beat the fed 'cause he tellin' And if you check his paperwork, he scared, you can tell it All this bond money, I might never see a cell The plug just hit my phone, said, "Hit his celly", he gon' mail it (Let's go) Young n***a, she know I got big racks If she leave with me, then you can't get yo' b*t*h back (Nah) But I'm done with her, come and get yo' b*t*h back She said I'm the sh*t, at least she can admit that I got diamonds on my neck, I put diamonds on my wrist Hit up Wafi for my wifey, I put diamonds on my b*t*h Percocets or Addys, it don't matter, I be geekin' She know what it is, gon' hit my phone when you be tweakin' (Let's go) Yessir, dropped her off right on the block and then I left her I drop d**k off in her mouth, she say her neck hurt She gon' let me f**k her friend, I f**k her better Hey, let's go Ever since I signed my deal, they like, "N***a, what's the deal now?" Pull up in a foreign car, n***a, watch me peel off Countin' hundreds with my eyes closed, ask me how that feel now I been drinkin' Belaire, we at Uncle Phil house N***a, watch me pop it (Let's go) B*t*h, I feel just like the Lord but I'm on hot sh*t Got this Glocky, it get freaky on some thot sh*t They still don't know how I got rich and they can't stop it Tell them folks, "Stop watchin'" Deep inside them trenches I was playing 'round in that deep end Twin be going crazy on them blocks, he playin' defense I was kickin' doors, yeah, they f**ked up, I got my feet in Want me to beat her back and she get backends on the weekend (Let's go) Ed, Edd and Eddy Bad bih' look like Saweetie, give me head when I'm ready Ayy, brand new Five-seveN, it don't jam, it leave jelly I might hit the West, do a scam at the telly Wear a mask, don't be reckless That boy ain't a hundred, beat the fed 'cause he tellin' And if you check his paperwork, he scared, you can tell it All this bond money, I might never see a cell (Uh-huh) The plug just hit my phone (Uh-huh), said, "Hit his celly", he gon' mail it (Let's go) I got big racks (Woah, big racks) N***a hit my phone cryin', talkin' 'bout, "Where my b*t*h at?" (Where yo' b*t*h at?) She won't leave me 'lone, she eatin' d**k like it's a Kit Kat (Lil' b*t*h) I know my money strong but I be damned if you get yo' b*t*h back Got ninety-nine problems but I solve it with my Glock Nah, take 'em down In my car, got her pants down Let's rock out, her mans down Let's hop out, I'm sprayin' rounds He hot now, calm him down I got trap spot, got money now He b*t*hed out, he trade now Yeah, my buddy then but he ain't now Duck a** n***a, oh, punk a** trick I ain't makin' time for her 'cause you'll die 'bout that b*t*h, yeah I'm the type to take her from you and put a Patek on her wrist She the type to love up on me and be slobbin' on my d**k (Let's go) Ed, Edd and Eddy Bad bih' look like Saweetie, give me head when I'm ready Ayy, brand new Five-seveN, it don't jam, it leave jelly I might hit the West, do a scam at the telly Wear a mask, don't be reckless That boy ain't a hundred, beat the fed 'cause he tellin' And if you check his paperwork, he scared, you can tell it All this bond money, I might never see a cell The plug just hit my phone, said, "Hit his celly", he gon' mail it (Let's go) Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Let's go
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