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eddison - 4 sum blow كلمات الأغنية

[intro: eddison]
(the crmsyn chin)
(reapyy)
(eddison) yeah

[chorus: eddison]
lil b_tch, i told that lil b_tch to suck my d_ck and go
yeah, i got bags and the dope, n_ggas flip ’em like a stove (yeah, yeah)
got a badass lil bih’, bih’ gon’ suck me then she go
i told that b_tch to suck my d_ck, and she gon’ suck me for some blow
[verse 1: eddison]
b_tch go, f_ck her brains ’til that b_tch slow, ooh
smokin’ dope, i got big clips, b_tch i don’t reload, ooh
you a b_tch, you a p_ssy, so i kick your door, ooh
walk ’em down, walk ’em down, he a b_tch_ass ho, ooh
yeah, walk ’em down, walk ’em down, i’m gon’ drill his hole
i’m in this trap, break the stove
i f_cked his b_tch, he ain’t even know
break her back, i got sticks and blow
yeah, i f_cked the b_tch and then i threw her snow
yeah, i break the b_tch back until it go
yeah, i’m sweatin’ b_tch, in this moncler coat (yuh)

[chorus: eddison]
lil b_tch, i told that lil b_tch to suck my d_ck and go
yeah, i got bags and the dope, n_ggas flip ’em like a stove (yeah)
got a badass lil bih’, bih’ gon’ suck me then she go
i told that b_tch to suck my d_ck, and she gon’ suck me for some blow

[instrumental break]

[verse 2: samsvng bling]
got ’em pies on the table, i’ma serve ’em full of love
got your b_tch, her wrist fl!ckin’, yeah she cookin’ on the stove
money power, that’s the mission, got the whole team on go
my wrist dancin’, tv shinin’ while i’m smokin’ on that dough
f_ck that ho in the kitchen, then she gonna come deep_throat
big_ass gadget, it’s a smith &, and i’m grippin’ on that pole
grip that pole (bah, bah), let it go
grip that pole (move, doo_doo_doo_doo), let it go
yeah yo’ b_tch, she a ho, and she f_ck the whole team
my aim be so perfect, yeah my glock, it hold a red beam
if that ho doin’ them tricks, she get put on the team
if that ho can do a split, then she hop on the beam
[verse 3: d$taxk]
ain’t no lil truce, you can’t stay the night
and no lil b_tch, you can’t hold my pipe
’cause the only thing that you gon’ do is write
this shawty suck me up for the night
and i got a white b_tch, whole lotta white
smokin’ on opps, n_gga, pack a pipe
catcher is stained, middle of night
f_ck yo’ b_tch, n_gga i might
they tried to ride down, they ain’t have guns
i’m takin’ this pack n_gga and his funds
what i do, this ain’t for fun
yeah i shot in the face, screamin’ “red rum”
i’m smokin’ on opps, you can tell by the smoke
you thought you was food, but this sh_t ain’t a joke
this big .45, and it come with a scope
you know i won’t miss, i got all of the hoes
i f_ck on lil trisha, she call me a king
i pulled out the choppa, i think you gon’ swing
glock on you fly, n_gga grew wings
asian plug, name it ping
this trap house jumpin’, we sellin’ crack
n_gga want talkin’, put two to his back
we spin his block, n_gga with some macs
choppa gon’ run a n_gga for his racks
[chorus: eddison]
lil b_tch, i told that lil b_tch to suck my d_ck and go
yeah, i got bags and the dope, n_ggas flip ’em like a stove (yeah, yeah)
got a badass lil bih’, bih’ gon’ suck me then she go
i told that b_tch to suck my d_ck, and she gon’ suck me for some blow (yeah, yeah)
for some blow

[verse 4: 83hades]
had to slide in on your wh0re
i’ve been ballin’ like a court
sellin’ product, i ain’t got no store (store)
hot like cartis, yeah they give me floor
bang at ’em, i’ma make some noise
full work, i’ma need some awards (yuh, yuh)
got a stick just to win all the wars
on my mama, why you act like a wh0re?
he a b_tch, he won’t come to new york
you ain’t spendin’, what you got racks for?
a thousand dollars, i come on ’til i’m four
and i got some sh_t that you cannot afford
she holdin’ on mine, might as well do p_rn
i’m in the whip, eating a two_door
wasn’t enough, she needed more
them shots come out, they hit the floor
i am the best, they can’t compare (fah_fah_fah)
off of the wheel, i need a spare
i don’t even f_cking care
and she got demons in her stare
b_tch i be posted up with rare
she needed me on my way there
my heart broke, all my body tear
gucci fendi what i wear
i got the beam, i let it glare
83, i’m runnin’ on for mayor
i hit that b_tch like i’m john mayer
i run my fingers through her hair (through her hair)

[outro: 83hades]
in the whip, eating a two_door
wasn’t enough, she needed more
them shots come out, they hit the floor
i am the best, they can’t compare (fah_fah_fah)
off of the wheel, i need a spare
i don’t even f_cking care
and she got demons in her stare
b_tch i be posted up with rare
she needed me on my way there
my heart broke, all my body tear
gucci fendi what i wear
i got the beam, i let it glare
83, i’m runnin’ on for mayor
i hit that b_tch like i’m john mayer
i run my fingers through her hair (through her hair)

- eddison

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