j4ydizz1e - ew! lyrics
[hook: j4ydizz1e]
i said whats up, b-tch
you make me sick like, ew
ew, sickness and all, uh
30 round clip, ooh, you might get dropped off
pulled up in the beamer, i just made the top drop
[verse 1: j4ydizz1e]
i take a breath away from you i might make your heart stop
hit his -ss right through the chest open that b-tch like cough drops
he gone keep f-cking with me til i blow him like blocked snot
2 thousand dollars just for the shoes wait til the rock watch
aye i’m in the function rolling gas up in the two door
these are new doors, i can’t smoke no new ports
bust him down take his b-tch, uh
he gone need a new wh0r-
block is hot bust on that b-tch
i just made her knees sore
[hook: j4ydizz1e]
i said whats up, b-tch
you make me sick like, ew
ew, sickness and all, uh
30 round clip, ooh, you might get dropped off
pulled up in the beamer, i just made the top drop
[verse 2: j4ydizz1e]
f-ck up the spot that we at we always come in knocking
these n-ggas hating on me everytime that i drop sh-t
funny though cause them same n-ggas come right back and cop it
f-ck it though cause i’m making this guala from the moshpits
100 bands, f-ck it man we just throw what’s in the wallet
your b-tch bad, take her from you ain’t sh-t to do to stop it
50 hadouken hit on that n-gga cause he stupid, and
your b-tch be begging for my attention from my music
take her though f-ck up the check on sh-t you couldn’t get her
walk out the store flex on these n-ggas who said i won’t get heard
mask up on these freshman n-ggas who thinking i’m a wizard
cause i do the magica with the mid that i deliver, aye
[hook: j4ydizz1e]
i said whats up, b-tch
you make me sick like, ew
ew, sickness and all, uh
30 round clip, ooh, you might get dropped off
pulled up in the beamer, i just made the top drop (x2)
[verse 3: j4ydizz1e]
666 k!lls, that might be a highscore
n-ggas keep asking where is top that sh-t’s no longer
a thing, i did this sh-t for my team, uh
i did this sh-t for the all diamond ring, uh
i sent it, i sent her a message
i doubt that she’ll get it, uh
money, that’s all that i’m getting
i’m wanting it endless, uh
fire, your sh-t ain’t hot
your sh-t is weak, uh
who are you comparing you to me?
i do this sh-t forever
n-gga i don’t even need no help
dead shot k!ll a n-gga with a sh-ll
panther suit the way i’m dodging all the h-ll
bringing n-ggas pain, sh-t i do it well
spark it up i might just blow it by myself and
destory any n-gga at this sh-t
might f-ck up on a b-tch that i see in the function
just because the b-tch is wildn on my d-ck
[hook: j4ydizz1e]
b-tch
you make me sick like, ew
ew, sickness and all, uh
30 round clip, ooh, you might get dropped off
pulled up in the beamer, i just made the top drop
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