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ebk bckdoe – give it to me lyrics

[sample]
give it to me, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

[intro]
c’mon
alright
(xclusivemadethis)
c’mon

[chorus]
make the b+tch gimme everything, make her bring it here
walk all on yo dead ass brother, think it been a year
early morning at the gate but ain’ n0body here
tryna’ pull da move he finna die i feel it in my spirit (i feel it in my stomach)
i’m in this b+tch punchin’ in, i’m jus freestylin’
i got a b+tch that swipe and steal clothes, i get free nikes
i was sick off perc for two weeks, i’m finna detox it (i was in a coma)
b+tch wanna argue all day, but i am not toxic
[verse 1]
quick to cut it to the b+tch, i’m not your baby daddy
build the b+tch from the ground up, i feel like handy manny
i just made twenty+two songs cuz i just popped an addy
i’m tryna bang it out for fun, i jus dropped the addy
i just spent eight thousand dollars on a chocolate [?]
on the road for twenty+eight days wit’ a chocolate girl
e+40, [?] stevenson, i feel like mr. earl
i don’t wanna know yo’ name, i wanna touch yo pearl
i don’t wanna know yo’ name i wanna touch yo coochie
b+tch my name bckdoe, call me mr. [?]
b+tch took her yeezy slide off, feet smell like dookie
i’ma pull da move on any n+gga think they finna shoot me (ahh ah ah ahh)
i’ma pull da move on any n+gga think they finna pop me
put them [?] in his head, look like dennis rodman
tried to set me up the other day, you is not my patna’
you are not an angry african, you are not no rasta

[chrous]
make the b+tch gimme everything, make her bring it here
walk all on yo dead ass brother, think it been a year
early morning at the gate but ain’ n0body here
tryna’ pull da move he finna die i feel it in my spirit (i feel it in my stomach)
i’m in this b+tch punchin’ in, i’m jus freestylin’
i got a b+tch that swipe and steal clothes, i get free nikes
i was sick off perc for two weeks, i’m finna detox it
b+tch wanna argue all day, but i am not toxic
[verse 2]
b+tch [?] my iphone, but she ain’ got no chicken
n+ggas tried to slide but didn’t score, that is not no mission
i was finna break this b+tch down, coot smell like chitterlings
b+tch i feel like lil [?] who don’t got no b+tches?
i was finna rob my weed man, but it was wrong of me
i don’t wanna drive to oklahoma, but that sh+t ‘long to me
i need about fifteen hun’ on the phone wit me
you need about fifteen guns, wanna fonk wit me
whole bity mad i passed them n+ggas up in seven months
i was young bouncin’ out wit guns they wouldn’t sell me nuttin’
my n+gga told me stop poppin them percs, b+tch don’t tell my nuttin’
i sold the b+tch the same exact dream, she can’t sell me nuttin’

- ebk bckdoe lyrics

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