EDDISON – S2G Lyrics
Artist: EDDISON
Song: S2G
Yeah, I’m walkin’ in with the money
I walk in this b#tch with all of the money
I f#ck on that b#tch, put my dick in her tummy
I swear to God, swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Swear to God, swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Boy, you’re a C, boy, you’re a C
Boy, you’re a C, you ain’t got no money
I got some guap and it came with some cheese
I got that new b#tch, she Vietnamese
I gotta pop on a Xan ‘fore I sip on the lean
I’m really a fiend
b#tch, we the best, I’m the best
I’m still in a Panamera
I’m on a perk and I’m f#ckin’ that b#tch and it sound like a hammer
Thesе n#gg#s broke, I swear that they need monеy
These n#gg#s ain’t men, I swear that they need Pampers
I’m off the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan again
Uhh, yeah, gimme the one
You can’t even see me now
b#tch, finna spray that block, you better not go take a walk
I just popped another stick, I’m noddin’ off
Uhh, uhh
Uhh, oooooh
Yeah, I’m walkin’ in with the money
I walk in this b#tch with all of the money
I f#ck on that b#tch, put my dick in her tummy
I swear to God, swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Swear to God, swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Boy, you’re a C, boy, you’re a C
Boy, you’re a C, you ain’t got no money
I got some guap and it came with some cheese
I got that new b#tch, she Vietnamese
I gotta pop on a Xan ‘fore I sip on the lean
I’m really a fiend
I’m higher than him
p#ss# #ss n#gg#s, I like, they can’t follow back
Boy, I heard your track, cut that off, that sh#t f#ckin’ wack
I get up on the beat, heat it up, I’m the sauna
Me and EDD ran up a bag, and I’m coppin’ that
Textin’ mama, I was freakin’ that
I know I got hella racks, I won’t give her back
Ran up a bag off these raps
, aphrodisiac
I’m with the crew and we sippin’ on
I feel like DJ Screw
R.I.P DJ Screw, boy, you know how we do
n#gg# run up on me, choppa knock his loose
I’m rockin’ Moncler, this not Canada Goose
In love with the X and it make me feel loose
Designer, designer, designer, I walk in the roads in Rick Owens
I told my b#tch, might aswell get on the chat
Please don’t mention your ex ’cause that n#gg#’s a pest
I’ma always be real, so you don’t gotta stress
‘Cause you know I’m the best, ’cause I want to impress
We poppin’ a Xan and it’s pressed
Ain’t no Fentanyl drugs, they just from CVS
My b#tch love my b#tch and all three of us lift
My b#tch f#ckin’ with me ’cause she know I’m the sh#t
Too much ice on my wrist, it’s gon’ f#ck up the pic
Intercepted his pack like he just threw a pick
I can’t f#ck with no broke b#tch, she ridin’ the dick
She can’t f#ck with you because you has been sick
On my wrist and it’s makin’ ’em sick
One day I’ll be up, I know they can see it
Ayy, you count the guap, gotta prove it
X and the rocks got me zooted
Look at my cup, it’s polluted
Hop from that Trackhawk, that Jeep
n#gg#s be mad ’cause they b#tches is choosin’
Yeah, I’m walkin’ in with the money
I walk in this b#tch with all of the money
I f#ck on that b#tch, put my dick in her tummy
I swear to God, swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Swear to God, swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Boy, you’re a C, boy, you’re a C
Boy, you’re a C, you ain’t got no money
I got some guap and it came with some cheese
I got that new b#tch, she Vietnamese
I gotta pop on a Xan ‘fore I sip on the lean
I’m really a-
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Release Year: 2022