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letra de eos x gbe - eos nik

(verse 1: nik)
i got a lot of people diggin’ the kid
y’all n-ggas diss, i be ready to strike me a fed
don’t hate on me , this sh-t was part of the plan
don’t hate on me , she said you wasn’t her man
imma street n-gga so we live by the code
you pillow talking, you a rat ‘cause you told
n-gga, check my records, check my case, i never fold
my tank on e ‘cause a young n-gga live on the road
i keep my circle tight so that’s why my [?] is in the bowl
destroy my life, n-ggas change , n-gga’s hoes
put my trust in nina, my rondo never fold
these n-ggas snaking, bought a 50 for the troll
these b-tches stay with n-ggas so don’t believe they goals
i’m messy in the field, don’t lie or that b-tch gone go
you posting designer but i’ve seen that sh-t before
i pull up in a ghost, all white , that b-tch on snow
she text my phone then you know she on go
got pending charges but i keep me a pole
got pending charges but i stay on the road
them lights get behind me, not stopping , on soul
i don’t need no ice ‘cause my lifestyle is froze
when i bust a play, i bust it down with the groves
i don’t ballhog, i play give and go
she said i be thieving cause her heart had got stole
(verse 2: gbe tre)
yeah, yeah these n-ggas hoes
come through the lane like d rose
switch up the flow, we might just put us a opp in the wood , get exposed
young n-gga throwing up fours, boy , stop all that clutching, we taking your poles
if 12 get to asking, i’m saying “oh, no”
these n-ggas gone die if they f-ck with lil [?]
yeah, yeah
we spin for real, put that beam on your nose
b-tch, i’m standing on 10, how the f-ck i’m gone fold?
where the gas at, baby? we got us a load
i heard the opps might kick down ya down
i’m popping my sh-t like the 4th of july
any n-gga move wrong then i’m uping my fire
send that boy straight to h-ll , he ain’t going to no sky
if my life on the line then i’m telling a lot
i’m in this b-tch with lil nick, steady poppin’ my sh-t
tryna run up these bands, b-tch, i’m tryna get rich
and i got so much cash without hittin’ a l!ck
and i got your b-tch stuck like a tick
we crop that boy ass like a pic
go get you a cap that fit
not banging gbe? we the sh-t
f-ck playing tag, i’ve been it

- eos nik

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