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e.a.s.t.(edmysterandsyartahli) – 78(broadway) lyrics

[syar tahli]
[hook]
you not talking money i really don’t wanna hear sh-t boy, boy
come through with ninas them choppas them techs and
them 9 millimeters get gripped boy, boy
[bridge]
puff ganja, ganja
rock designer, designer
we hot as a sauna, sauna
white b-tches sniffin them lines bra, dope, dope
[hook]
you not talking money i really don’t wanna hear sh-t boy, boy
come through with ninas them choppas them techs and
them 9 millimeters get gripped boy, boy
[bridge]
puff ganja, ganja
rock designer, designer
we hot as a sauna, sauna
white b-tches sniffin them lines bra, dope, dope

[syar tahli]
verse 1
counting dead presidents
always got my mind on my camma’s
know a n-gga
know a n-gga trynna stack dolla’s
know a n-gga get a lot of brain like scholars
leaning off of them trees
i don’t need no drink this sh-t got me gone n-gga
flexin boy i’m finessin boy
and bad b-tches hitting my phone n-gga
run up on a n-gga
put the gun up on a n-gga
we ain’t frontin on these n-ggas that’s the pipe tho
lean get the soda asian b-tches doing yoga
for i f-ck just to keep the p-ssy tight tho
drop ashes all on my jeans
i’m written these verses n-gga i don’t buy my beats
ya could just call me sy tahli
give a b-tch more d-ck than my boxer briefs

[hook]

[2nd bridge]

puff

puff dope, dope

puff

puff ganja ganja

puff

dope

we hot as a sauna

hot, hot a sauna

white b-tches

dope

white b-tches

puff ganja

[edmyster]
verse 2

catch a body like im trynna score a touch down
ya b-tch get touched down
bullets clappin and they make that f-ck sound
don’t f-ck round
cuz you get lit up just like it’s christmas time
you can’t step into my presence without gettin blind
unwrap the vintage 9
ya b-tch is cryin and i only got the tip inside
dip inside
the foreign, the sh-t is orange
ballin wit no f-ckin jersey
uzi shoot we scorin
my heat be scorchin
call the mac 11 lion cuz the sh-t be roarin
king of the jungle, don’t make me hit ya
present my b-tch ta, the kingdom like she simba
slide inside ya b-tch like a visa, wit her feet up
walk past a b-tch and then she have a seizure
the sh-t around my neck colder than anything inside ya freeza
you the type of n-gga wearin matchin sneakers wit ya b-tch
heata with the clip that melt the golden sun n-gga
i’m not talkin bouta golf i put a hole in one n-gga
f-ck around ya hole face can get swollen up n-gga
we holdin guns n-gga
i said we holdin guns n-gga
i said we holdin guns n-gga

[hook]

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