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mizzle mac - edd lyrics

edd lyrics
up the stick and get him dancing like he david, and eljon
he think he sl!ck i get to blackin’ like i’m fresh out of spellman
said the guards ain’t let the stacks in, told that b+tch to just zelle me
all my n+ggas get it clackin’ yea as soon as the bell ring

kicked that b+tch right out the lab, named that ho deedee
it’s raining hunnids out these rafs and it’s not edd
thought he would eat off me for free but i’m not ebt
i sent him back on home now he sad, we call that dude e.t

walk down on a n+gga like naomi
i don’t do trusting much, stay watching all my homies
just like my brother, made this thang pop by my lonely
she say she wrote that, she a lie, that b+tch a phony
i get to eating every beat, can tell i’m hungry
i don’t do waiting so i’m sprinting towards my moment

i don’t do begging so i’m dropping my own sh+t
the labels call w/o some mills i’ll tell em quit
the fam well fed meals, i get the guap and get it quick
no i won’t f+ck em let em dangle on my d+ck

can’t help his ho, it’s in his roots his pops a jester
armani coat on with the boot, pop out like dexter

kicked that b+tch right out the lab, named that ho dd
it’s raining hunnids out these rafs and this not edd
thought he would eat off me for free but i’m not ebt
i sent him back on home now he sad, we call that dude e.t
kicked that b+tch right out the lab, named that ho dd
it’s raining hunnids out these rafs and this not edd
thought he would eat off me for free but i’m not ebt
i sent him back on home now he sad, we call that dude e.t

i sent him back home now he sad, i call that dude e.t
i’ll get him shot like he on gram, like he on b.e.t
i know i’m michael, know i’m bad, but ain’t no b+tch in me
i gotta heart that’s h+lla broke but ain’t no fixing me

ain’t no fixin’ me
i got my stick with me
i keep the gl!ck with meeee
i got yo’ b+tch with me
told her she had to leave
like ho’ i need to breathe

that lil red head with the ? could never jock the style
i’m with my homies in the booth and ain’t no hoes allowed

- mizzle mac lyrics

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