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nedarb - throwaway lyrics

[intro: eddy baker]
alright
rolling up another one, ha
lil’ b-tch, b-tch
alright, yeah
yeah, alright
alright, yeah
yo ned, turn that light down a little bit?
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[pre-verse: eddy baker]
shake that -ss, bounce it ’round, lean you back back
shake that -ss, bounce it ’round, lean you back back
shake that -ss, bounce it ’round, lean you back back
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
shake that -ss, bounce it ’round, lean you back back (b-tch)
shake that -ss, bounce it ’round, lean you back back (alright)
shake that -ss, bounce it ’round, lean you back back
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: eddy baker]
walk in the spot, all the b-tches gettin’ naked (really?)
cash on deck, don’t ask me how i make it (cash)
make her drop it low, then shake like jamaican (b-tch)
dope boy fresh, b-tch, you know i got patience (b-tch, you know i got patience)
ice on my wrist, worship n-gga like satan (worship n-gga like satan)
trap money, rap money, b-tch better pay me (know you gotta pay)
hit the strip club, make it rain with the ones (make it rain with the ones)
came with the drugs, got the ‘caine and the bud (got the ‘caine and the bud)
make her get wet, got her splashin’ like an ocean (splashin’ like an ocean)
p-ssy slow wine, everything in slow motion (everything slow motion)
smooth motherf-cker, rub her down with the lotion (rub her down with the lotion)
rollin’ up potent, strokin’ while i’m smoking, b-tch

[chorus: lil house phone]
n-gga, i’ma go dumb, then i go away (whoa)
i ain’t tryna f-ck that b-tch ’cause she a throwaway (’cause she a throwaway)
i got the dirty stick and it’s a throwaway (and it’s a throwaway)
and she gon’ pop that sh-t, come be a ho today (whoa, yeah)
n-gga, i’ma go dumb (go, go), then i go away (go, go)
i ain’t tryna f-ck that b-tch ’cause she a throwaway (nah)
i got the dirty stick and it’s a throwaway (yeah, whoa)
and she gon’ pop that sh-t, come be a ho today

[verse 2: lil house phone]
i ain’t never paid for p-ssy, n-ggas got me -ss backwards
screaming free dizzi sl!ck ’till it’s motherf-ckin’ backwards (yeah)
b-tches poppin’ p-ssy ’cause they see that i’m a factor (b-tch)
talkin’ bout cheeks, but i walked in with a clapper
if i’m in the club, guarantee that i’ma tip the b-tch
i’m only throwing ones at a big booty midget b-tch (yeah)
chasin’ after bags, yeah, my money is continuous (whoa)
f-cked her best friend, now the b-tch, she tryna end this sh-t (d-mn)
i ain’t talkin’ fifa but these b-tches wanna kick now
f-cked her then she wrote me a letter like i’m her penpal
sneakin’ and geekin’ i think i need to put the chiz down
grinding my t–th, i think i need to put the dizz down

[verse 2: bb sun]
run up in that house, i’m a homebody
you ain’t really in the cut, you just a n0body
and i’m still chewing beans, i’m a peabody
said he was a bro, but i was lyin’, i was geeked probably
he look like he wasn’t never in the streets, probably
never hit a jugg, he didn’t know the routine, probably
he the type to run and tell the other team, probably
all my bros sold the loud, what you mean probably?
back when i was juggin’, i was low-key a fiend, probably
watch the player bustin’ off the block and i said good god
he said he gon’ grab it out the car, i said he should, probably
p-ssy so good it felt like i was off a good molly
ooh, b-tch on knowledge, i don’t wear, tote an uzi, wildin’
make one phone call and your girl slidin’
b-tch, i’m big bb sun and i’m so slimy
suck on the d-ck, look up, yeah, both side ’em
howard from the cold spots, this a ghost sighting
and it’s no free clout, no d-ck riding
you a snitchin’ -ss boy, you be cryin’ fightin’
big bb sun, i be flyer than a tie fighter, bee, skeet

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