Eggs Songtext
von Wifisfuneral
Eggs Songtext
Ooh, hey, uh, uh (uh) yeah, uh, yeah
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh, ay, yuh, uh, yuh
Okay like, he don′t want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin' on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, like my gang we don′t play
We like the army with clips (that's facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
Okay like, he don′t want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin′ on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (that′s facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
It go like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a lil′ thot right by her toe
Jump on this dick like pogo pole
I got thirty in the clip, that murda she wrote
I might wack a fuck nigga if he stay too close
And lil' hoe wanna fuck for some clout or some goals
Eight double G my waistband
I′m a big double G, I don't take xans
Like GTA, I get wasted
We don't do, do basic, we take shit
Back in the day, strapped at the vacay
Niggas body hit the wood when he take hits
Wanna fiddle what this here riddles
Sippin′ on syrup, no McGriddles
Shawty said the block hot like McChicken
And I got klucks, ain′t no chicken
Ay, got a golden ticket, I'm Willy Wonka
Bussed down Rollie from Ben Baller
Sippin′ on the sixth I'm feelin′ nauseous
Perks in here'll leave you hollow
I got two hoes kissin′ in the back
Thinkin' it was nice now they hold the strap
Finna hit the booty club, for another G5
And that ass fat man it shake like a beehive
Got a couple gang members throwing up B signs
Lightskin nigga boy I do the most
Bullets in his body make a shape like a 'O′
Now he lookin′ like a Fruit Loop or a Cheerio
Okay like, he don't want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin′ on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, like my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (that′s facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
Okay like, he don′t want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin' on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, like my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (that′s facts)
I can′t be no hoe, you know you are who you with (yo)
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh, ay, yuh, uh, yuh
Okay like, he don′t want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin' on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, like my gang we don′t play
We like the army with clips (that's facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
Okay like, he don′t want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin′ on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (that′s facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
It go like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a lil′ thot right by her toe
Jump on this dick like pogo pole
I got thirty in the clip, that murda she wrote
I might wack a fuck nigga if he stay too close
And lil' hoe wanna fuck for some clout or some goals
Eight double G my waistband
I′m a big double G, I don't take xans
Like GTA, I get wasted
We don't do, do basic, we take shit
Back in the day, strapped at the vacay
Niggas body hit the wood when he take hits
Wanna fiddle what this here riddles
Sippin′ on syrup, no McGriddles
Shawty said the block hot like McChicken
And I got klucks, ain′t no chicken
Ay, got a golden ticket, I'm Willy Wonka
Bussed down Rollie from Ben Baller
Sippin′ on the sixth I'm feelin′ nauseous
Perks in here'll leave you hollow
I got two hoes kissin′ in the back
Thinkin' it was nice now they hold the strap
Finna hit the booty club, for another G5
And that ass fat man it shake like a beehive
Got a couple gang members throwing up B signs
Lightskin nigga boy I do the most
Bullets in his body make a shape like a 'O′
Now he lookin′ like a Fruit Loop or a Cheerio
Okay like, he don't want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin′ on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, like my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (that′s facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
Okay like, he don′t want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in that gate and ridin' on, does with the shits (skrr)
Listen, like my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (that′s facts)
I can′t be no hoe, you know you are who you with (yo)
Writer(s): Dennis Cordoba, Isaiah Rivera, Christian Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
