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eli fross - off beat lyrics
[intro]
grrrt
look
[verse 1]
my n_ggas pull up on dummy sh_t
i be riding round with them k!llers (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) that be shooting on some other sh_t
you know they feel my presence, n_gga, when i pull up, good luck
talk crazy, you’ll get ya hood touched (haha)
and i don’t give a f_ck about a n_gga, i been getting bread
until a n_gga start talking crazy, put it on his head (bah)
you little f_ck n_gga
yeah, you better duck n_gga (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) ’cause when i put them lions on ya ass, then it’s lunch n_gga
lunch time, crunch time, yeah, you better run boy
i’ll have them boys come run you down just for fun boy (gang, gang)
put that red beam on ya head, now you done, boy (gang, gang)
that internet beef sh_t is wack, get ya gun, boy (gang, gang, gang)
b_tch said she like my cuban link (what?)
told her, “link up” and took her to cuba to f_ck her cheeks up (that’s right)
little mommy, shorty freaked up (what?)
we was f_cking all night, top floor, maid had cleaned up (ha)
but i regret i went to meet her (huh?)
’cause after swimming in that p_ssy, i really wanted to breed her (huh)
big blood, pockets c’d up (what?)
with bloods with crips, either way still gon’ see blood (blatt)
[verse 2]
hold on, let me see some’
and that’s the sound that b_tch make
she carrying the bakery, she got that big cake and if she said she on her period, i nut on her face
and yeah, i nut on her face, because she like that freak sh_t
when i be tryna leave the crib, she tryna fight me and sh_t
over here talking ’bout she really like me and sh_t
b_tch, you only call me when your man acting like a d_ck (ha)
got these jewels on, riding ’round, posted with a stick
if you hear me yell, i got one, then n_ggas know it’s lit
you a p_ssy, boy, you not tuff, you ducking with your clique
on the internet he act hard, he tweetin’, talkin sh_t
where your crew at? (uh)
where your boo at? (uh)
’cause either way, boy, i’ma catch you and i’m gon’ do that (uh)
yeah, brodie shoot that (what?)
and he ain’t shoot back (baow)
yeah, you gon’ end up where the last other dude at (ha)
you know we glocked up, chopped up, you not tuff, stop it
i’ll send ya ass high up to them stars with this rocket (bow, baow)
i’ll have them sharks come at ya jaw, then we pop it
drop it (baow), that’s for ya getting outta pocket (gang)
[outro]
haha, haha
free that b_tch
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