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Eli Fross

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Ha-ha-hah

Boom, boom, boom!

(Great John on the beat, by the way)(Brrrt) Fross!

I step on the scene, and get to action, look

Think a nigga usin′ tactics

Done popped me a Perc', I′m gettin' active, look

In this pussy, no relaxin'

You ain′t gettin′ no money, quit the cappin', huh

That′s re-up for the package

Be feelin' like Dexter when I′m trappin', look

In the lab, I cook the magic

Nigga, go get some money, why you cryin′?

You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin′?

When it start to get hot, niggas dyin′

Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin′

When this bitch give me top, she be wildin'

Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin′

But I know that she with me 'cause I′m stylin'

And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin′

Nigga, Fross on top

Understand if you ain′t with me

You're gonna fall right at the end, yeah, woah

Nobody clutchin′ the semi

You move funny, bullets gon' dance, yeah, woah

A nigga just tryna see millies

Make up for them days I pretended, woah

A nigga be feelin′ like Stewie

My dawgs be with me no friends, yeah, woah

Better get out of my face

Ain't takin′ no picture with hoes, you bitches is chopped

A nigga done hopped in the plane

Remember them days in the cold, and tried not to hide

These gangsters be rats in the face

They front on the 'Gram, and get booked then talk to the cops

I told her I only need face

And if you ain't doin′ the gang, then get out the spot

Bro moved to their sides and sprayed

Then after I send them OT to get a new chop

You wanted to cheat, it′s okay

You know that a nigga got hoes, you know I'm a thot

You wanted the crown, but you late

If you tried to hop on the wave, then you′re gonna drown

These niggas ain't give me a plate

I went out, took my shit, ain′t give a fuck how

I step on the scene, and get to action, look

Think a nigga usin' tactics

Done popped me a Perc′, I'm gettin' active, huh

In this pussy, no relaxin′

You ain′t gettin' no money, quit the cappin′, huh

That's re-up for the package

Be feelin′ like Dexter when I'm trappin′, huh

In the lab, I cook the magic

Nigga, go get some money, why you cryin'?

You ain't spinnin′ no blocks, why you lyin′?

When it start to get hot, niggas dyin'

Better cop you a chop′, and start to slidin'

When this bitch give me top, she be wildin′

Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin'

But I know that she with me ′cause I'm stylin'

And if she think that she stayin′, shorty wildin′

Yeah, that shorty wildin'

Lagu lain oleh Eli Fross