thr33 - eggs lyrics
[intro]
yeah
brbrbrbr
yeah, ayy
[chorus]
crack a f+ck n+gga head like some eggs
bi+big booty bih’ finna come in my bed
talking sh+t, but in person it be dead
he said he gon’ catch me, n+gga, we gon’ see
and this choppa gon’ sting a n+gga like a bee
and this choppa gon’ sting a n+gga like a ‘ray
shawty wanna come over, told that b+tch, “okay!”
let me think about it, she can’t be my bae
ay+ayy, yuh
f+ck n+gga stay in yo’ place
shawty shaking that ass but it got a lil’ stank
and i get to the bread and i run to the bank
b+tch, i ride in that big body truck, it’s a tank
[verse]
b+tch, i’m lit, in this bih’
talking down, you get hit
stop false claiming, you not a crip
b+tch, i’m tisakorean, i lean and i dip
fu+fu+f+ck n+gga try’ run, hit that boy in his hip
why that boy keep on talking? get hit in his lip
and we finna lay him down like the chip
finna go overseas, n+gga, like a ship
hm, lil’ brodie keep walking
2+2014, put that boy in a coffin
smoking gas in my lungs, man, this sh+t got me coughing
i just gеt to the bread, man, i do this sh+t often
i do this sh+t oftеn, every season
i motivate me ’cause i got a good reason
stop gossiping, n+gga, you b+tch….
that n+gga told, he a snitch
can’t wait til’ a n+gga f+cking flithy rich
white plug selling perc’s and that n+gga named rick
i pour me a four but i wasn’t on ‘nic, yeah
[chorus]
crack a f+ck n+gga head like some eggs
bi+big booty bih’ finna come in my bed
talking sh+t, but in person it be dead
he said he gon’ catch me, n+gga, we gon’ see
and this choppa gon’ sting a n+gga like a bee
and this choppa gon’ sting a n+gga like a ‘ray
shawty wanna come over, told that b+tch, “okay!”
let me think about it, she can’t be my bae
ay+ayy, yuh
f+ck n+gga stay in yo’ place
shawty shaking that ass but it got a lil’ stank
and i get to the bread and i run to the bank
b+tch, i ride in that big body truck, it’s a tank
[verse]
ayy, yeah
and she got some big ass titties
i beat a f+ck n+gga then go hit my griddy
i just caught me a opp and i made that boy sh+tty
pop out to yo’ city, we litty
b+boy, stop playing, i’ll slap the f+ck out of you, n+gga, on god
if that boy try to run up, i send him to god
and we shoot up yo’ lobby, my n+gga, no cod
wait, yeah, these n+ggas be fake, yeah
these n+ggas be fraud
back then i was stealing them ipods
mean hispanic bih’ calling me baba
and i eat that p+ssy like some mac’ and cheese
and i am the person n+ggas wanna be
b+tch, i’m not yo’ lil’ bro, you not a ‘g
the perc got you itching like you got the flea
mhmmm, she eating me up like mhmmm
and i’m beating her guts like boom+boom
he+h+llcat so fast like vroom+vroom
and these n+ggas my sons, like, “go to yo’ room!”
i’m rubbing so good ’cause i’m off them shrooms
sike, i lied
i just meditate and come back, ’cause i’m up, that’s not how i operate
i’m a freaky ass n+gga, you can call me kevin gates
if that boy try to run up, send ’em to the heaven gates
i do not f+ck with you my n+gga, gotta seperate
hit ’em with that one, two…
bdrrrrrrrrr
i get to the money, n+gga, as i should
i got so much bread, i know you wish you could
[outro]
you wish you could
yeah, love y’all
yeah, ayyyyy
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