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dasenders - mr eggroll lyrics

[intro: kapgeez]
big f+ckin’ keez, real direct & disrespectful
we gettin’ close, big get busy (uh)
big f+ckin’ keez, real direct & disrespectful (pffft, pffft)
wanna join the s+ get a body, and then you gang wit us
big f+ckin’ keez, catch a body, and then you gang wit us (gurumadeit)

[verse 1: kapgeez]
boy you can’t react, then pistols up soon as you jump out
i heard there’s this one opp up the road, he gettin’ punched out
i can’t beef wit n+ggas makin’ tiktoks with they tongue out
winter time is cold, so i’ll go spin while the sun out
switchy get to rollin’, sound like someone turned the beat on
caron was hard ash+t until that n+gga chest got beat on
funny how thеy d+ckride, i’m the one thеy use to sleep on
smokin’ mr eggroll, i fell asleep inside my chair
neph was bald ash+t, because that switch cut down his hair
spinnin’ thru the 6, man these n+ggas wasn’t there
that boy get to chasin’, they like he ain’t playin’ fair
mr hawk ’em down, and then go drop a dozen
b+tch i hang wit real slimes, these n+ggas beefin’ wit they cousins
they askin’ me bout lazy eye, i’m just respondin’, “f+ck ’em”
i heard haas was screamin’ wit his chest, that n+gga died a b+tch
you can’t diss a body that ain’t yours, knowin’ you a vic
i’mma keep dissin’ deek ’til he stop walkin’ wit a limp
the menace ain’t a menace, how you a menace wit no f+ckin’ vics?
twisty ain’t get back for his brother, go pick up a stick
i know a couple fixers come thru bangin’ they tryn’ catch a vic
tryn’ f+ck me cause i rap, made that lil hoe eat the d+ck
i came thru fingerin’, f+ckin’ pounds, bro said i don’t need a switch
i can get that drop for me right hand, i don’t need a b+tch
n+gga threw a pop shot at the gang, how the f+ck he miss?
[verse 2: bigrd]
that n+gga threw a pop shot at the gang, like how the f+ck you miss?
we be lampin’ on they block, wit two switches and a yop
bro hopped out, he thought he loafin’, get a chance to bust his top
they didn’t know this a real switch, but they claimed it as a prop
every time we get the lo, we gon’ make some sh+t hot
d+o+a, dead on arrival, yeah i heard they hit his top
they said ss a fighter, them n+ggas lied, because they not
you can’t beef with the gang, lil boy if you pop
they ain’t get back for that lil f+ggot, man them n+ggas shot
yea we spinnin’ thru they section, next opp gon’ meet the yop
when that glizzy hit his body, he was goin’ in & out
he got slapped with that hot, like why he talkin’ out his mouth?
he thought that sum was in the door, whole time, was on the couch
he was lackin’ on that porch, four shooters start hoppin’ out
we put that b+tch up on his sh+t, and watch that b+tch go reach his mouth
it’s so much to get the lo, me and splashem jumpin’ out
they don’t wanna hoop with me, yeah they know what i’m about
i’m always lookin’ for the opps, yeah, you can call me a scout
he left his man playin’ dead, he wasn’t tryn’ bang it out
they trust my hand in the chase, you know i ain’t never smackin’ out
before i know what the courts, you know i’m always spankin’ out
glock 20, 10 milly, yeah it’s takin’ n+ggas out
and don’t be takin’ out that trash, we be lampin’ on that house

[outro: bigrd]
yeah, don’t be takin’ out that trash, we be lampin’ on that house

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