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Enemy (feat. Nada Price) Video (MV)




Performed By: Bermuda Peedee
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Hezekiah Phillip, Kenneth Puig




Bermuda Peedee - Enemy (feat. Nada Price) Lyrics
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Once you talk shit, you're an enemy You ain't no friend of me
In the studio right now, killin' hella beats Mix a few bad bitches with some jack from
Tennessee Now she got me right between her legs like
A pedigree
When I'm in the club, I blow some major stacks AR get the paperback, let's go raise a bag
Money never scared, no we don't shy away If I lay the pipe, it don't mean she my bae
Gettin' paid everyday, bad vibes stay away No we don't do that, oh I thought you knew
That Went to New Orleans and then nada flew back
You said you the man, well man, where your
Crew at
Once you talk shit, you're an enemy You ain't no friend of me
In the studio right now, killin' hella beats Mix a few bad bitches with some jack from
Tennessee Now she got me right between her legs like
A pedigree
Brand new piece around my neck F*ck you, I demand respect
Put one bitch in a brand new dress then we show your bitch some brand new sex
What a mess, they like to call me cocky The drip clean, my music's hot, so why the
F*ck should I not be Been humble, all last year
So now I'm on my bullshit 845 to the ATL, we home now and we still lit
Still taking shots, they still miss I ain't never lost no focus
Bitch, how the f*ck you want me to cuff when I see you on that ho shit
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Once you talk shit, you're an enemy You ain't no friend of me
In the studio right now, killin' hella beats Mix a few bad bitches with some jack from
Tennessee Now she got me right between her legs like
A pedigree
When I'm in the club, I blow some major stacks AR get the paperback, let's go raise a bag
Money never scared, no we don't shy away If I lay the pipe, it don't mean she my bae
Gettin' paid everyday, bad vibes stay away No we don't do that, oh I thought you knew
That Went to New Orleans and then nada flew back
You said you the man, well man, where your
Crew at
Once you talk shit, you're an enemy You ain't no friend of me
In the studio right now, killin' hella beats Mix a few bad bitches with some jack from
Tennessee Now she got me right between her legs like
A pedigree
Brand new piece around my neck F*ck you, I demand respect
Put one bitch in a brand new dress then we show your bitch some brand new sex
What a mess, they like to call me cocky The drip clean, my music's hot, so why the
F*ck should I not be Been humble, all last year
So now I'm on my bullshit 845 to the ATL, we home now and we still lit
Still taking shots, they still miss I ain't never lost no focus
Bitch, how the f*ck you want me to cuff when I see you on that ho shit
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Writer: Hezekiah Phillip, Kenneth Puig
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