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letra de we back - edot babyy

[intro: edot babyy]
gang, gang, gang
b-tch, huh, gang, gang, gang, it’s edot babyy (sugar hill get the f-ckin’ money, man)
(beats by yamaica productions, baby)
hollon’, gang, gang, gang, it’s edot babyy, b-tch (hollon’, wait, huh)
grrrt

[verse: edot babyy]
th—th—these n-ggas make diss tracks
’cause i’m running up numbers, these rappers don’t get back (bow)
100k on my first track (huh)
and it’s four of them n-ggas, no need for no diss track (b-tch, gang, gang, gang)
get an opp n-gga sh-t sn-tched (huh)
and that’s word to the homies, these n-ggas don’t get back
and she lovin’ the drip swag (huh)
it’s edot babyy, b-tch, i got big bag (b-tch, gang, gang, gang)
what? you said you an opp, catch a punch
f-ck all the opps, and them boys on nun’
facebook talkin’, in person they run (bow, gang, gang, gang)
huh, b-tch, she wanna ride on my draco (huh, b-tch, gang, gang, gang)
it’s like ten in this clip with a hang-off
my brothers, they countin’ them pesos (huh, huh, look, b-tch)
now gang gon’ rundown, get ’em, b-tch
keep me a chop, you know it’s the clip
facebook opps be chattin’ that sh-t (bow, bow)
ayo dthang, suck my d-ck (bow, gang, gang, gang)
but this ain’t no diss, it’s a shot that i’m sеndin’, lil n-gga, a warning
i’ma spin thru the t’s with a target
and it’s f-ck evеrybody, i’m heartless (gang, gang, gang)
’cause i try to k!ll, run up a mill’
but n-ggas keep sayin’ my name (edot babyy)
and i try to chill, put on for the hill
but these n-ggas talkin’ on gang (like)
15, but i did a lot of sh-t
14 when a n-gga seen a grip (huh, gang, gang, gang)
13, seen a n-gga get clipped
better run when i’m grabbin’ that grip (huh, look)
gang, gang, gang (b-tch)
[bridge: dee play4keeps]
brrrta, gang, gang, gang n-gga
brrrta, look, gang, gang, gang
grrrlla

[verse 2: dee play4keeps]
the f-ck is a dthang, gon’ be-lane (grrrlla, hah)
tell them n-ggas, “come get back” (gang, gang, gang)
hop out the v, tana gon’ squeeze (brrra)
hit your medula or six pack (gang, gang, gang)
run up on me, hit him with three (hah)
cbc, we move tact (hah)
menace to society, kickin’ like riley
.45, punch his whole cap (brrrra, gang, gang, gang)
move tact, they talkin’ on bro
but they still ain’t come spin back
lil dotty catch his ass, he got beat with a scooter
and still ain’t come bend back (ah, gang, gang, gang)
lil’ n-gga gon’ rip back
edot with the chop, gon’ rip thru his wig cap
come whine on the o, rpt, do not forget that
y’all talkin’ on bro, get chopped for fun
demons pull up, pull out with a gun
you speedin’ real fast, that boy better rush
sha gz ran down, but had no gun
gotta move real tact, got the knock in her purse
she gz in the back, put the car back in reverse (huh, brrra)
p-ssy, look, put the car back in— reverse
the knockers around, so please do not run
y’all not on that level, y’all don’t tote no guns
we play with this sh-t, just for fun
e gz got punched, y’all ain’t do nothin’
e gz got punched, y’all ain’t do nothin’, look, look
huh, look, look (grrrrr)
[outro: dee play4keeps]
brrrra (brrrta)
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang (suck my d-ck n-gga, y’all n-ggas not on nothin’)
grrrta
sugar hill get the f-ckin’ money
y’all n-ggas not on nothin’

- edot babyy

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