Got a story for you
Got a story for you niggas
Who really good when you really makin figures
Who really hood when you really in them trenches
Gotta break yo back breakin bread for yo sibilings
Gotta keep yo cheese from them rats they yo cousins
Blood aint really make you my nigga why you buggin
Narrow face with the wide eye thats why you buggin
Gotta keep my mental up in shape like im in bethlem
Get to steppin on em
Oh im trippin on em
Got me jumpin hurdles but you know im trippin on em
Jordan with the step but you know im pippen on em
Niggas dippin left guess i wasnt right for em
Nikes stay wet guess im gettin right on em
Dunkin with the globe guess i get the word on em
Got these girls askin questions bout these boys right
Now got yo bitch askin questions bout these boys right
Like thats yo boy dont they rap thats they real life
Its a celebration bitch get a slice of the pie
We got bitches comin through like we tryna divide
They say everybody kings til they drown in they pride
Call me Edd Django bitch i got that whip right
Yo im headed to tel aviv got that two strand twist
More concerned with what i need like do i want that shit
No not at all
Cant express enough the fact to focus on ya own
Fuct drenched in my cologne
F*ck half you niggas on
Ducked ridin with the ghost
Edd lamont just hit me up i put a quarter in a cone
An all that extra shit you niggas talkin bout go up in smoke
Unbothered you can hear it in my tone
You can see it in the way a nigga walk up in the shows
Not a soul thats in my apparatus on the shit im on
Well aware you hit my line but i aint checkin on my phone
Got a pocket full of problems
Got a posse full of goblins
Whats a goon
Sunny afternoon in fla im smokin on some hemelayan tarantino movies playin and im geeked
Whippin up some classics mixin hipster with the street
Niggas questionin the passion yeah they askin for defeat
F*ck with the oG
Been a minute since a nigga caught the cold feet
Being civil instrumental in my technique
Got a handle wearing denin couldnt check me nigga
All that pistol swinging in ya cinema really losin my interest
I cant even tell the difference
I cant even tell the difference
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Rik Haring - Broomhilda (feat. Edd Lamont) Lyrics
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Got a story for you
Got a story for you niggas
Who really good when you really makin figures
Who really hood when you really in them trenches
Gotta break yo back breakin bread for yo sibilings
Gotta keep yo cheese from them rats they yo cousins
Blood aint really make you my nigga why you buggin
Narrow face with the wide eye thats why you buggin
Gotta keep my mental up in shape like im in bethlem
Get to steppin on em
Oh im trippin on em
Got me jumpin hurdles but you know im trippin on em
Jordan with the step but you know im pippen on em
Niggas dippin left guess i wasnt right for em
Nikes stay wet guess im gettin right on em
Dunkin with the globe guess i get the word on em
Got these girls askin questions bout these boys right
Now got yo bitch askin questions bout these boys right
Like thats yo boy dont they rap thats they real life
Its a celebration bitch get a slice of the pie
We got bitches comin through like we tryna divide
They say everybody kings til they drown in they pride
Call me Edd Django bitch i got that whip right
Yo im headed to tel aviv got that two strand twist
More concerned with what i need like do i want that shit
No not at all
Cant express enough the fact to focus on ya own
Fuct drenched in my cologne
F*ck half you niggas on
Ducked ridin with the ghost
Edd lamont just hit me up i put a quarter in a cone
An all that extra shit you niggas talkin bout go up in smoke
Unbothered you can hear it in my tone
You can see it in the way a nigga walk up in the shows
Not a soul thats in my apparatus on the shit im on
Well aware you hit my line but i aint checkin on my phone
Got a pocket full of problems
Got a posse full of goblins
Whats a goon
Sunny afternoon in fla im smokin on some hemelayan tarantino movies playin and im geeked
Whippin up some classics mixin hipster with the street
Niggas questionin the passion yeah they askin for defeat
F*ck with the oG
Been a minute since a nigga caught the cold feet
Being civil instrumental in my technique
Got a handle wearing denin couldnt check me nigga
All that pistol swinging in ya cinema really losin my interest
I cant even tell the difference
I cant even tell the difference
Got a story for you niggas
Who really good when you really makin figures
Who really hood when you really in them trenches
Gotta break yo back breakin bread for yo sibilings
Gotta keep yo cheese from them rats they yo cousins
Blood aint really make you my nigga why you buggin
Narrow face with the wide eye thats why you buggin
Gotta keep my mental up in shape like im in bethlem
Get to steppin on em
Oh im trippin on em
Got me jumpin hurdles but you know im trippin on em
Jordan with the step but you know im pippen on em
Niggas dippin left guess i wasnt right for em
Nikes stay wet guess im gettin right on em
Dunkin with the globe guess i get the word on em
Got these girls askin questions bout these boys right
Now got yo bitch askin questions bout these boys right
Like thats yo boy dont they rap thats they real life
Its a celebration bitch get a slice of the pie
We got bitches comin through like we tryna divide
They say everybody kings til they drown in they pride
Call me Edd Django bitch i got that whip right
Yo im headed to tel aviv got that two strand twist
More concerned with what i need like do i want that shit
No not at all
Cant express enough the fact to focus on ya own
Fuct drenched in my cologne
F*ck half you niggas on
Ducked ridin with the ghost
Edd lamont just hit me up i put a quarter in a cone
An all that extra shit you niggas talkin bout go up in smoke
Unbothered you can hear it in my tone
You can see it in the way a nigga walk up in the shows
Not a soul thats in my apparatus on the shit im on
Well aware you hit my line but i aint checkin on my phone
Got a pocket full of problems
Got a posse full of goblins
Whats a goon
Sunny afternoon in fla im smokin on some hemelayan tarantino movies playin and im geeked
Whippin up some classics mixin hipster with the street
Niggas questionin the passion yeah they askin for defeat
F*ck with the oG
Been a minute since a nigga caught the cold feet
Being civil instrumental in my technique
Got a handle wearing denin couldnt check me nigga
All that pistol swinging in ya cinema really losin my interest
I cant even tell the difference
I cant even tell the difference
Writer: Aric Davis, Edwin Washington
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid