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letra de sweet lady remix - ebk hotboiiz

sweet lady remix lyrics
[verse 1: ebk young joc]
thick b-tch, darkskin like shay shay
big ass pole, chase him with it like he [?]
man down, man down, he yelling mayday
b-tch, go get a check or a bag, it’s a payday
ooh, young joc, b-tch, i’m the sleazy of the sleazers
bullied out the clique, b-tch, i’m the meanest
don’t say you love me if you really don’t mean it
h-lla high off a couple [?], i’m in venus
9 springfield hit his ass, got him leaning
b-tch, we gon’ g slide on his ass just for speaking (where they at?)
bouncing out the road, do my dougie, b-tch, i’m geeking
i’m with some bébés, hyenas, b-tch, they heathens
[?], mad facе, b-tch, they steaming
no, ain’t no nice guys, thеy some shooters, real demons
off a xanny bar with my [?], i be tweaking
still on ten toes, they want funk, tell ’em bring it
smoking cookie pack, d-mn near f-cking up my breathing
i’m finna hit a l!ck, i’ma up if he sneezing
[?] ain’t for nothing, b-tch, he squeezing (that’s my n-gga)
durk, that’s my brother, ebk what we bleeding
my daughter on the way so i been on some me sh-t
can’t wait to see her face when she smile and start cheesing
[verse 2: ebk juvie]
ayy, i ain’t looking for no shay shay
lay lay gon’ run it in every payday
heat sensor and a drum on the ak (thick b-tch)
early morning in the field with my bébés, b-tch
we been sliding like some training wheels (for real, for real)
i know some n-ggas fake but they gon’ say they real (they gon’ lie about it)
i was posted in the trap tryna make a mil’
stop playing with them [?], ayy
they hanging n-ggas like a t-shirt (they hanging folks)
hit his ass in his back, watch his knees hurt
do a hit, double back then we reverse (ayy, run it back)
deep range shooters, better do your research, b-tch

[verse 3: ebk durk]
ayy, i like lightskins (i love ’em)
but my brother love shay shay (he love them b-tches)
[?]
one night stand and kick her out, word to lay lay
a real sleazeball, i might knock her on her payday
all my n-ggas in the game but none of us with the play play
this chop got aim, we don’t rock with no more throwaways
throw the hoe away, she ain’t tryna hit the road today (f-ck that b-tch)
ju poured a eight, ayy, wes, what you pour today? (ayy)
i’m on a [?], tryna slide like some roller skates (yup)
them n-ggas hype, they don’t slide, they just love to hate (they haters)
book a flight or i might just hit another state (yup)
[?] got the [?], n-gga, come and get your [?] (ayy, [?], n-gga)
we up in first place and we ain’t even in no race (uh-huh)
she suck the whole team, i had to ask her how it taste (yup)
[?], n-gga (on god)
hari got a lash, he might hit it to the f—
[verse 4: ebk jaaybo]
you n-ggas ain’t cutting us (y’all ain’t cutting)
ebk, you can’t f-ck with us (you can’t f-ck with us)
gone off the lean but we geeking like we drunk as f-ck (i need this drank)
b-tch talking all this lovey sh-t but i just want the bucks
baby, don’t be shy, i’m the man, go ahead and f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
been on a [?] since them suckers knocked my mans down ([?], n-gga)
where was n-ggas at when i slept at grandma [?]’s house? (shoutout my grandma)
didn’t have a dime in my pocket, we touching bands now
i fell off, bounced back, n-ggas tryna knock me back down
n-ggas soft but we dangerous (my n-ggas dangerous)
my n-ggas artistic, we slide through and we paint lids (we gon’ paint sh-t)
my life, that’s just something n-ggas can’t get (y’all can’t get this)
demons in my clique but them the n-ggas that i hang with (hotboiiz)

- ebk hotboiiz

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