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bridget (freestyle) - jay eazy lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
s*r*g
it’s jay, no z, eazy, no e

[verse 1]
gucci bag with the bridget pants
touch more bread than a dealer hands
more dead guys than the thriller dance
make her oh boy like i’m k!lla cam
sticky rice in my dinner plans
plotting on a ticket headed to j*pan
i put diamonds on the prayin’ hands
vvs repent when i sin again

[verse 2]
and the baddies come in a pack
i’m in new york that is a fact
with a fatty, on my lap
getting bucks, wearing sacks
gettin’ bread, off the apps
before the main, i need her ‘@’
bеfore the fame i was in a trap, likе william afton
the way i would diss you’d think i was mad
f*ck what you brought i’m addicted to cash
i had all my time i don’t live in the past
my new shawty pretty and very attached
but she can’t have two of this if i’m mia like tua is
she’ll think about who i’mma do it with
[bridge]
sh*t

[verse 3]
i wonder who would influence this
trust falling deep into abyss
that cat no joke, ask ludacris

(shiii less go, we outside yeahh)

- jay eazy lyrics

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