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intro - ebk bckdoe lyrics

[chorus]
everybody hates chris like they hate doe
i might come make some more (?) b*tch i paint toes
this n*gga would come into the party with some fake gold
i don’t care about them dead n*ggas b*tch i fade stuff

[verse]
why you got a mug i don’t know you think you mean or sum’
take his little two*four he think he clean or sum’
been chasing old n*ggas down since like a teen or sum’
i need a meaner woman
n*gga, i need a mad b*tch
a bad b*tch stealin’ bags out of saks 5th
grab this, told joe to bring the bags in
they like, “mani get a haircut”, i brought the sh*g in
this b*tch blowin’ up my phone like she tryna ignore me
think she want somе honey pack d*ck while she tryna rеcord me
she suckin’ on d*ck, i’m in the car while i’m going through stories
it was her and her best friend, they was tryin’ to explore me
i’m tryna f*ck her and her best friend
the chop sittin’ next to me, it’s my best man
i be on that b*tch head like a headband
i be beatin’ her sh*t down like i’m batman
i’m on the road, h*lla mad, i rolled the zemi leaf
you can’t get sh*t, where was you at, when i was in the deep?
everybody fake around a n*gga, i can’t even sleep
and everybody broke nowadays so i don’t wanna be

- ebk bckdoe lyrics

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