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edot babyy – triple o (ebk) lyrics

[intro: omb jay dee & edot babyy]
brrt, baow, baow, baow
are you dumb
are you dumb, like what
what the f+ck (oh sh+t)
oh sh+t (baow)
edot whats crackin’, n+gga
it’s edot babyy (baow, baow, baow)
o to the o (brrt, oh)
yeah, gang, gang, gang
let’s do it, are you dumb
what
yo cig, sh+t like that right here
oh, gang, gang, gang
uh, look, uh, look (facts, what)

[verse 1: omb jay dee]
that n+gga stupid, walking through my strip
shout out to sha, eat out the rip
o to the o [?]
smoking on dummy, higher than a b+tch
i call up bro, he say he finna kick
i’m finna spin a n+gga, make it quick
i think [?] talking that sh+t
call them [?] start blowing that sh+t
don’t give a f+ck about cops, i’ll go to the rock out
nah i ain’t throwing that sh+t
rather get caught wit it then caught without it
can’t go out like dummy or nick
covid+19 [?] in the clip
[?] jay dee [?] that n+gga sick
f+ck 26 queezy suck a d+ck
k don’t slip, keep him with a stick
[?] went to the bookings, know i go to the rock they ain’t want me to leave
he know a n+gga from brooklyn shorty my o’s in the bronx i ain’t here with the beef
free jerry g, bugging on a rock
free max payne, they ain’t catch the chop
i got the 80 with us with my kb n+ggas tell my 80s n+ggas 80 hop
smoking on dead n+ggas in the sky
oh sh+t, can’t even breathe
i spin the opps with somebody [?]
i ain’t die for the, they tryna leave me a leave
823, throwing up the c’s
[?] whips, they don’t know the v’s
call the black flag in the adidas suit, fake carti’s
they don’t know it’s me
think i’m a fool
f+ck that bl!ck n+gga cause he a joke
2018, we at the rock
no gat that sh+t was broke
oh sh+t, look, oh
shoutout to my bro crippy, that’s the loc
he’ll still pop a n+gga if there’s smoke
edot with me, o to the o
oh sh+t
[verse 2: edot babyy]
couple of shots and that boy in a casket
then i’m back just toting a ratchet
it’s free [?] then i’m causing havoc
i’m a shake the party and clap him
no i won’t fight, i can’t put this gun down
we blam at the blams for fun now
oh he a gunner so i’m gonna run down
he better not fall off this gun sound
i know an opp got caught sucking d+ck
he was on camera thought i would forget
big dott drilly drilly than my d+ck
fat boy is a new spliff
that’s word to crip i be on that sh+t
i’m the lil’ n+gga they not f+cking with
i told jay dee link me with the 80
we walk in the club and we stacking that sh+t
like, [?] talking, he ain’t doing sh+t
boy is a zombie, burned like a spliff
and lil’ [?] yeah she doing d+ck
we know the real gang really hit
put the beam to the blam, blam it to my d+ck
catch him in traffic running like he rick
oh sh+t, what
it’s edot babyy
[verse 3: sha ek]
walk in the spot like suck my d+ck
i heard a new opp down like nick
throw up the o when i walk in the strip
ayo cig, [?] with the rips
b+tches [?] on my d+ck
she wanna ride but the gun on my hip
swear to god if she love me that b+tch getting head
that boy talked on the dead and got put in a spliff
yeah i got hit but i’m back now, n+ggas know i ride now
see me and they never do sh+t
[edai?] was smoking with cops
[tj?] been talking that boy who just sucking on d+ck
[edai?] was smoking with cops
[tj?] been talking that boy who just sucking on d+ck, uh huh
that boy was just sucking on d+ck, gang, gang, gang
p+ssy, suck my d+ck

[outro: sha ek & edot babyy]
o to o, you know the f+cking vibes, n+gga
everything for [deedee?], everything for [yellow?]
boom, boom, boom (it’s edot babyy, like)
gang, gang, gang
yeah
gang, gang, gang
suck my d+ck

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