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edot babyy & sha ek - 3 peat lyrics

[intro: sha ek]
n+gga, suck my d+ck
public service announcement

anybody throw up gz, gettin’ shot
you drop my os, you gettin’ shot

smokin’ on d and d
grrt, ogz the f+ck up
n+ggas know my f+ckin’ body
yeah, uh+huhh
[chorus: sha ek]
right now, b+tch, i’m smokin’ delilah
i’ma just pass you the blunt
this g57 i got in my pants got me fiendin’ and ready to dump
when i’m on the east, i’m wit’ spongy
he like, “ek, it’s chic’ in the blunt” (chico)
and don’t try to run like, dubskii, or get hit in ya’ head like you rell

[verse 1: sha ek & edot babyy]
got me a lotti, that’s blockwork
delilah got shot, know the opps hurt
they tryna drilly bop, do they lil’ dance, but we make them b+tches get jiggy
he try to dump but we dump back
that’s his brother, so sage in the runtz pack (grrah)
f+ck it (grrah), i gotta say it again (grrah+grrah)
no, matt cannot get his lungs back
like, f+ck that, c blu playin’ sides, i catch ’em turn him to a runtz pack
f+ck all the flocks, them n+ggas is dead
keep one in the head, i cannot lack
you stupid? i’m smokin’ on dead n+ggas
jb, that n+gga boomin’, uh
smokin’ on lotti, mix it wit’ the matt
they everything dead, but they don’t got a pack

[verse 2: sha ek]
jay patek was beggin’ for features
i didn’t get on his song, ’cause he dead wack
[?] i rather get punched up
how the f+ck you did not let your gun bust?
and ralphy got post on the island
no more, “free pj”, that n+gga be wilin’, grrah, grrah’
no more, “free pj”, that n+gga be wilin’
[chorus: sha ek]
right now, b+tch, i’m smokin’ delilah
i’ma just pass you the blunt
this g57 i got in my pants got me fiendin’ and ready to dump
when i’m on the east, i’m wit’ spongy
he like, “ek, it’s chic’ in the blunt” (chico)
and don’t try to run like, dubskii, or get hit in ya’ head like you rell

right now, b+tch, i’m smokin’ delilah
i’ma just pass you the blunt
this g57 i got in my pants got me fiendin’ and ready to dump
when i’m on the east, i’m wit’ spongy
he like, “ek, it’s chic’ in the blunt” (chico)
and don’t try to run like, dubskii, or get hit in ya’ head like you rell

- edot babyy sha ek lyrics

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