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edai - fufu lyrics

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verse 1 – edai
why you acting funny with your funny -ss, aye
for a show, b-tch, i need a hundred cash, aye
don’t make me put 600 boys up on your -ss, aye
with all that fufu sh-t i just don’t understand, aye
acting fufu ima tell my youngin’s blast ’em
headshot, i know, d-mn, his momma sad huh?
smoking tooka i just grabbed it out the bag, aye
you lil fufu -ss b-tch i know you mad, aye
i cop a ‘maro just so i can f-ckin’ drag race
i hit the sport b-tton on ’em, he think he p-ssed me?
i smack a hooker and she say i make her -ss ache
finnese a hundred bands but that sh-t didn’t last me
i’m rolling like a b-tch, b-tch i’m uppin’ cascade
i’m rolling while i’m rolling, b-tch i’m in the fast lane
them blue lights on me, b-tch you gotta catch me
i do the dash on ’em, i just p-ssed 160
i say hold up i got asthma, now catch my breath
call my old b-tch she look badder, say to myself
if i see her ima smash her, she off a gram
and i know her man got mad at me, but i dont care
cause he dont wanna f-cking fight doe, d-mn
have my shorties up them pipes on ’em
and send them sh-lls they have his life on ’em
on 600, we black discip’s homie
i ride with famous he got pipe on him
i pipe your b-tch i got the pipe on her
cause if you walking ain’t no fighting homie
i gotta do you and your wife homie
they say king koopa all she talk about
wanna see my gun, b-tch what you talking ’bout
he wanna brick don’t know what he talking ’bout
we send some shots if you gon’ run your mouth
and them shooters run up in your house
if you a shooter, we can shoot it out
i touch a million, i need a new account
and every week its a new amount
i say look b-tch i be banding, i chase that wealth
b-tch i’m too real to be dancing, so save that there
and this b-tch talking bout romancing, don’t do that there
hit that cut and then we blasting, we wasting sh-lls
i be with bd’s and some vice lords, from out west
and them n-ggas got them pipes blowing, to your chest
you gonna see your f-cking life gone, 4-15-12
put with .40 with a thirty now i see like fifteen 12’s
sneak dissing on the internet, don’t do that there
well you talking like you into that, we lose you there
hit yo’ block and then we run you down, what shoes you wear?
put this nina in your mouth lil boy, now chew that there



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