Say you the best, well gone prove it then
All of my niggas real hooligan
I lick you right and I'm f*cking good, now yo ass talking bout moving in
Don't get attached, no Velcro
I bend you up, like an elbow
Tickle that pussy like Elmo
Dick in yo face like hello
No I can't stop, tell'em catch up with my grind
I will not slow down pace, most of you niggas got nothing to say
Most of you niggas not even in the race
She got a ass, nice attitude, I knock her down, pussy got no face, crown on ice, ain't got no chase
Lotta y'all niggas lie about what you make
I switch my style up...niggas started hating from the balcony
Care nun bout you lames, cause all the real ones they gon vouch for me
She screaming louder, turn this bed room to a murder scene
See me out in public, don't speak, yo don't know me personally
F*ck niggas got me feed up, Ronney said just focus on ya bread bruh
Paid in full, I'm all in camera, hitting it from the back, wit my mother f*cking leg up
South town, west end, til I'm dead bruh
Pussy ok but her damn head tough
Growing up, Ieen really like red bruh
But my best friend, really love red bruh
Man this shit deeper than colors
Huff you by brother, my mother yo mother
Back when my dad use to beat on my mother
I stayed at yo crib, yo mother my mother
They don't care bout what you go thru, they just wanna see you struggle
I'm a man, I got two girls, by any means bruh I'm gone hustle
I switch my style up, that's when yo girl, she fell in love with me
They say that I'm versatile, translation, you can't f*ck with me
We f*ck for hours, she give me honey like a bumble bee
I come from the gutta, being broke a never humble me
Got a call on my cell phone, short chick, thick ass but hair hair long
When I f*ck one time, get the hell on
Never let ya girl go thru ya cell phone
It's levels to this shit, I see you niggas skipped a few steps
G Class and the 8 is what my mother f*cking crew rep
F*cking crew rep
Yeah mane
I ain't gone talk that must on this one
Let's get to it
EJ the 8, bitch
EJ the 8 - D.I.D. (Dissociative Identity Disorder) Lyrics
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Say you the best, well gone prove it then
All of my niggas real hooligan
I lick you right and I'm f*cking good, now yo ass talking bout moving in
Don't get attached, no Velcro
I bend you up, like an elbow
Tickle that pussy like Elmo
Dick in yo face like hello
No I can't stop, tell'em catch up with my grind
I will not slow down pace, most of you niggas got nothing to say
Most of you niggas not even in the race
She got a ass, nice attitude, I knock her down, pussy got no face, crown on ice, ain't got no chase
Lotta y'all niggas lie about what you make
I switch my style up...niggas started hating from the balcony
Care nun bout you lames, cause all the real ones they gon vouch for me
She screaming louder, turn this bed room to a murder scene
See me out in public, don't speak, yo don't know me personally
F*ck niggas got me feed up, Ronney said just focus on ya bread bruh
Paid in full, I'm all in camera, hitting it from the back, wit my mother f*cking leg up
South town, west end, til I'm dead bruh
Pussy ok but her damn head tough
Growing up, Ieen really like red bruh
But my best friend, really love red bruh
Man this shit deeper than colors
Huff you by brother, my mother yo mother
Back when my dad use to beat on my mother
I stayed at yo crib, yo mother my mother
They don't care bout what you go thru, they just wanna see you struggle
I'm a man, I got two girls, by any means bruh I'm gone hustle
I switch my style up, that's when yo girl, she fell in love with me
They say that I'm versatile, translation, you can't f*ck with me
We f*ck for hours, she give me honey like a bumble bee
I come from the gutta, being broke a never humble me
Got a call on my cell phone, short chick, thick ass but hair hair long
When I f*ck one time, get the hell on
Never let ya girl go thru ya cell phone
It's levels to this shit, I see you niggas skipped a few steps
G Class and the 8 is what my mother f*cking crew rep
F*cking crew rep
Yeah mane
I ain't gone talk that must on this one
Let's get to it
EJ the 8, bitch
All of my niggas real hooligan
I lick you right and I'm f*cking good, now yo ass talking bout moving in
Don't get attached, no Velcro
I bend you up, like an elbow
Tickle that pussy like Elmo
Dick in yo face like hello
No I can't stop, tell'em catch up with my grind
I will not slow down pace, most of you niggas got nothing to say
Most of you niggas not even in the race
She got a ass, nice attitude, I knock her down, pussy got no face, crown on ice, ain't got no chase
Lotta y'all niggas lie about what you make
I switch my style up...niggas started hating from the balcony
Care nun bout you lames, cause all the real ones they gon vouch for me
She screaming louder, turn this bed room to a murder scene
See me out in public, don't speak, yo don't know me personally
F*ck niggas got me feed up, Ronney said just focus on ya bread bruh
Paid in full, I'm all in camera, hitting it from the back, wit my mother f*cking leg up
South town, west end, til I'm dead bruh
Pussy ok but her damn head tough
Growing up, Ieen really like red bruh
But my best friend, really love red bruh
Man this shit deeper than colors
Huff you by brother, my mother yo mother
Back when my dad use to beat on my mother
I stayed at yo crib, yo mother my mother
They don't care bout what you go thru, they just wanna see you struggle
I'm a man, I got two girls, by any means bruh I'm gone hustle
I switch my style up, that's when yo girl, she fell in love with me
They say that I'm versatile, translation, you can't f*ck with me
We f*ck for hours, she give me honey like a bumble bee
I come from the gutta, being broke a never humble me
Got a call on my cell phone, short chick, thick ass but hair hair long
When I f*ck one time, get the hell on
Never let ya girl go thru ya cell phone
It's levels to this shit, I see you niggas skipped a few steps
G Class and the 8 is what my mother f*cking crew rep
F*cking crew rep
Yeah mane
I ain't gone talk that must on this one
Let's get to it
EJ the 8, bitch
Writer: Edward Riggins
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