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eric d. – sell my chains lyrics

[intro]
uh
it’s ericd b-tch
uh huh
cheeea
chea chea chea

[chorus]
i pray to god i never have to sell my chains
if i don’t smoke this blunt i’m bout to blow my brains
15k right here another 50 there
i’m in the dope olympics i could get the chair

[verse]
she throw it byke i pull her hair
i just smoked a blunt i’m bout to smoke a square
i move the work like andale
who’s your daddy baby dimelo
i get the call from julio
trap jumpin’ i’m the ceo
i whip the work like creme brule
i’m fresh to death like easter day
it’s ericd i been a g
i just flipped my reup f-cked around and bought another key
i’m makin’ money like it’s 10 of me
you muf-ckin’ stupid if you claim that you my enemy
but i don’t even need that energy
errtime i leave the crib a n-gga risk a felony
i ain’t hearin’ what you tellin’ me
if i don’t like your prices i ain’t buyin’ what you sellin’ me
i’m the man you a middle man
dope off white it’s a little tan
i’ll serve a n-gga like the pizza man
i just flipped 3k of white, f-ck the ku-klux klan
ericd 5 letters wit a hunned tats
you just bought a hunned pack i flipped a hunned packs
i’m on a dope run i’m f-ckin’ runnin’ laps
i’m on i-95 with a hunned straps
trap so hard i think i’m gucci buy my baby gucci
chop the work i think i’m bruce lee neck on yamaguchi
movin’ dope across the border air land and water
hide your girl and hide your daughter b-tch i’m drippin’ water
foreign b-tches wipe me down
i make ya b-tch my wifey now
f-ck my girl to bosanova
smoke a blunt and whip the yola
mix the codeine wit the soda
hide the dope beside the motor
vacuum seal the pack and mail it
every type of dope i sell it
organize the distribution
tryna dodge the inst-tution
f-ck 12 from the bottom of my soul
rip to bankroll
i got halves and i got wholes
i got packs and i got loads
i got pans and i got bowls
i got fish like sushi rolls
i got kush and i got yayo
i got baggies i got scales
i got elbows i got oz’s
i got pills and i got codein
i’ll flip a pound to ya granny hoe
dope across the scale a truckload to a grammy bro
on ya b-tch snap i made a cameo, the ak do ya dirty but the glocky come in handy though

[chorus]
i pray to god i never have to sell my chains
if i don’t smoke this blunt i’m bout to blow my brains
15k right here another 50 there
i’m in the dope olympics i could get the chair
blunts burnin pounds errwhere
b-tch i’m in the field you ain’t never there
it’s ericd i wear a dozen chains
microwave stove you ain’t f-ckin wit my oven game
pow

[outro]
chea
it’s ericd b-tch
some otg sh-t
some triple d sh-t
kick in the door wit a ski sh-t
jadig
pow pow pow

- eric d lyrics

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