Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Edgewood, artist - Trouble. Album song Edgewood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eardruma, Interscope
Song language: English
Edgewood |
| Jacob in the beat go brazy |
| ATL Jacob |
| That Boy Cass |
| Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that |
| Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at |
| I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack |
| Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack |
| Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb |
| Damn that bih say where you come, burbs |
| Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin' |
| You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin' |
| You don’t fuck with me I’m on |
| Gotta be real broke, I put these streets on my back forreal |
| I gave em real hope |
| Shit that you serve on the block ain’t real |
| It ain’t even real dope |
| I thought you’d be a real nigga yeah |
| I gotta keep it real wit ya |
| Summer time posted in the villa |
| Wit some real niggas gettin' millions |
| While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much) |
| Big boy chillin' be gettin' |
| I’ma turn a hundred to a mill |
| Just like I did when stuck in the county |
| All the whips gettin' mounted (wet) |
| Bitch drownin' |
| Break that shit down into ounces |
| I’m fuckin' wit all the lil bouncers |
| Necklace fountain |
| Next bitch bounce that |
| You ain’t really wit the shit |
| I can do movin' sex on my dick |
| It’s up to you to bet against the kid |
| Forty five hundred on my fit, bet |
| Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that |
| Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at |
| I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack |
| Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack |
| Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb |
| Damn that bih say where you come, burbs |
| Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin' |
| You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin' |
| Mobb shit mobb shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit |
| Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments |
| Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks nigga like gangland |
| Real bloods, real crips, real G’s, mobb on the same plan |
| First 48 call us stick to callin' niggas bringing names up |
| Streets caught a nigga internet stalkin' instead of wanna be famous |
| Where I’m from, we ain’t never had shit |
| So how could you blame us |
| From a hood you’ll be foreign bitch |
| And made you a lame to us |
| Pull up bustin' different niggas in ya hood |
| They’re all the same to us |
| Pop a wig nigga betta get ya kids |
| Ya’ll the same to us |
| 2−11 we could make a 187 |
| It’s all the same to us |
| Edgewood 800 BBS |
| It’s all the same to us |
| Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that |
| Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at |
| I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack |
| Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack |
| Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb |
| Damn that bih say where you come, burbs |
| Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin' |
| You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin' |