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e-fam - ass remix lyrics

[verse 1: e-fam]
e-fam fire, vampire please get me a d-mn cape
i am too fly, so i am all over da d-mn cake
f-ck around and stab a n-gga, jab’em til my hand break
ha, or this parachute, i bet that he land safe
tell’em im a savage, no betta yet a maniac
rest in piece my homies, i wish that i could bring em back
everyday is iffy, u lucky to even make a stack
da closet where da kay is at nd i dont even aim wit that
paper stack, pay me back, big big cheese dont play wit rats
talk sh-t u can take a nap, tell me where my brain is at
i am where ur-n-s at, im da sh-t -n-s tracks
loud stay kickin do u know where lou keng is at?
fruit loops toucans, split wigs ewww d-mn
poppin wit da gun, choppa wit a drum like a m-th-f-ckin school band
squad up cruisin, white girl susan, i dont need u man, jus me and my two hands
bad b-tch hand me da glock, i do her like dishes because she pan (payin’) for da pot
so hot im givin n-ggas a tan in da spot, i like math, subtractin all yo man from da block
and im jus sayin its a lot of my swag, cause im bad, put da mac to ya vision and make a i-pad
i had, hoes on top of hoes yall, u n-ggas is so soft, and u gon’ meet defeat its like i cut my toes off
and im mr volcano, red coupe tomato, im so brazy u dont pay me its all gravy like potatoes
cause ima get three eight 0’s, dat 4’4 leave eight hoes
all my n-ggas blow trees they call us tornadoes, stack stack pay roll, -ss -ss j-lo
p-ss that kay bro, clap clap lay low, jeweler man pj, he gon’ make me 3 chains
he even got connects to da rings like 3-way, ima kick da heat up
jus let me know where he stay, we grindin hard trynna get signed like a freeway
e-fam, they even call me e-fame, like ea i ball got range like steve blake
and d-wade, on 3k, not 2k i do what i do say, i do what i can and never
listen to what u say, lame n-ggas lie and tell, k!ll’em all might as well
strapped up fuzz, we ride wit sh-lls, its a habit like bitin’ nails
step on a tigers tail, u gon’ get chewed up, e fine, no peace sign
we bout to put them tools up, they dip, got eight clips, when a n-gga cruise up
i got da track pregnant because i am too nuts, ima let da tool bust
yo n-ggas suit up, get a pound sell an ounce then put da rest in two blunts
hoody’d up ku klux, smoke eight quarters like two bucks, veteran no heroin
but ima ’bout to shoot up, quicker then a light switch, strapped up on that
dike sh-t, up pipe quick and give’em seven like mike vick, i go hard on my sh-t
oh yes i did write this, and its a lot of spitters, but trust they dont do it like this
hop up in da lab on da ave and leave da mic ripped, dat b-tch tongue been on
more nuts then vice grips

- e fam lyrics

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