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brad spliff - eddie gordo lyrics

[brad spliff]
aye f-ck you b-tch n-ggas man
its umbrella corp and infinite st–z out here n-gga
real talk f-ck what yall doing
if yall dont see what we doin yall gone see in a minute
[laugh] let me talk my sh-t
turn my head phones up
let me hear them cowbells
alright

[brad spliff verse 1:]
blunt full of that propane she got a nose full of that john mccain
im hot get the hose or start the rain im tossin pros
d-gg-n hoes like this a game you give b-tches money
b-tches give me brain i spin em like a bottle ho or model
they the same i dont give a sh-t bout no b-tch f-ck the cl-t
get ducketts yo duck clique get carried out in buckets i dont
f-ck wit that bull yo card get pulled
ho card in full effect
better yet cash checks
better yet cash them checks
stackin chips like pringles bad b-tch and she single
lay her down like shingles
my d-ck and her mingle
they get close thats friendship
then i put it on her friends lip
i just want relations
i dont want relationships
(with this b-tchx2)

[snu the spaz]
get em brad !

[verse 2]
i was trouble even back when i was a kid
my mama told me huggies couldn’t even take my sh-t
that they just up and quit till i told em
no need to be rash they got all the way to cali ‘fore they ran out of gas
they call me snu the spaz hold the game up like suspenders
the fender bender dispenser the flow is colder than winter
run the track (b-tch)
like olympian sprinters
then i chop it up like blender
give yo girl the wood like timber
please remember im a mentor
even though i smoke weed trees
till my eyes bleed
please believe that im a beast
when i rip these f-ckin beats
you dont be in the f-ckin streets
n-gga you a f-ckin geek a f-ckin geek
i am too but my blunts reek my blunts reek
(s-n-u ooh)

- brad spliff lyrics

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