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Eli Fross - Laced şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Eli Fross

albüm: The Book of Eli


It's Great John beats, baby
Great John on the beat by the way
Wait, what? Can't move 'cause I'm too laced
Touché, somebody gon' get hit while I'm off dussé
No race, too saucy, can't catch up, can't reach my pace
Can't wait, big dog, I'ma beat that cat if it's in my face
No sober, have a bad bitch get down low while a rich nigga roll up
Gang pulled up, and we don't need a party, gang is the party, you know us
When we show up, gang lookin' like a bag in this bitch, you can see that we glowed up
We don't know nothin', 12 all on my body
We ducking them boys like we owe somethin'
Count bread like I'm working at the bank
Fuck good, then that Louis come your way
I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing
Fuck love, need some money in my safe
All these opps tryna catch up, but it's late
Too tact, too tough, they can't evade
I need bread, babygirl, don't need a bae
Unlike most dudes, they can't relate
(Unlike most dudes, they can't relate)
Wait, what? Nah, fuck that, I'm still laced
Redbone bitch look good, slim waist
Kool-aid dick, and she might taste
Ayy, and I got the bands filling up my pants, looking like a bank
Ride 'round town in the big body double R, shooters turned it to a tank
'Cause I got the power, and I'm unstoppable, ayy
Niggas acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won't pop at you
See, a nigga dripped out
Lit now, shawty like the way I rock my jewels (iced-out)
Iced-out young nigga, grown bitch wanna suck my popsicle
Ain't no other young nigga like me be flexin'
He want the work, then we stretch him
Ride with two dogs on my side like the number 11
You will get added to heaven
Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction
Multiple shots coming at him
I got a fetish for money, I'm good with the adding, know I be flippin' the package
You know I
Count bread like I'm working at the bank
Fuck good, then that Louis come your way
I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing
Fuck love, need some money in my safe
All these opps tryna catch up, but it's late
Too tact, too tough, they can't evade
I need bread, babygirl, don't need a bae
Unlike most dudes, they can't relate (falayho)
(Unlike most dudes, they can't relate)

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