Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eww Eww Eww Freestyle, artist - Zuse. Album song Plugged, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Defient
Song language: English
Eww Eww Eww Freestyle |
Catch a motherfucker at the stop light |
Point, point, point, hold the Glock tight |
Yeah, I’m bout the spinach, boy, Popeye |
Niggas want beef, where my hot fries? |
Cross me, nigga, get baptized |
Yes, motherfucker, I’m the bad guy |
Blow you away like a landmine — dead, flatline |
I’m a God and I put that on mankind, huh |
Bullet turn you into stop sign, huh |
Swat a pussy nigga if he that fly |
Take a good look at the anti |
I’m sick, I’m ill, I’m a mad guy, huh |
Killin' 'em all by a landslide, fuck it |
Pussy motherfucker wanna damn die |
Someone tell these niggas I’m not tryin' |
Phone keep ringing, that’s a hotline, huh |
Puttin' them all on they backside, huh |
Have these niggas runnin', track time |
Light a nigga up, me no talk and beg |
Crack a nigga up like the yolk out a egg |
Smoke a nigga out like an ounce from a dread |
These niggas straight pussy, ain’t vouchin' for them |
Ice cold, nigga, like a motherfuckin' gem |
Branch out, nigga, like a motherfuckin' stem |
Cut a nigga off, ain’t tied up for them |
Tell a bitch nigga I’m fire with the pen |
Lay a nigga down, watch him die at the end |
Four-five nigga, it’s a nine, that’s a ten |
Pussy on my dick, you and I and my friend |
Which one of y’all wanna try this again? |
Which one of y’all wanna try me again? |
Big body six, I’m high in the Benz |
Flippin' the flow, on timin' again |
Riggidy ruggidy rhymin' again |
Pussy nigga, it’s applying to him |
V-I-P, ain’t no line in for him |
Fuck around, nigga, your chances are slim |
Flexin' on 'em, exercise in the gym |
Ballin' on 'em, got my hand in the rim |
None of his niggas ain’t dying for him |
Pussy niggas askin' me how I been |
Eating these rappers, I’m tryna go in |
Lighting them up till they chances are dim |
No talkin', no speakin', don’t do arguin' |
Jino ridin', you don’t want it with him |
Eating these rappers, strippin' off they skin |
Jino my nigga, he bout to go in |
Look, bad bitches in my rental, they rented |
See, I’m the boss and lieutenant |
They try to kill me, bet my shotta prevent it |
I got a lot for the minute |
You might win but lose a lot of percentage |
Talkin' that street but not a lot of 'em in it |
Pass the light, got watch like miracle |
Try me, meet your god like spiritual, sicker than venereal |
Everything I’m spitting is imperial |
Put you in the box like cereal or serial |
Boy, I’m hotter than the summer in Baghdad in a gas mask |
Thermal and leather gloves and 90 with a bag tag |
Find out that your mama with a fag dad |
Now you in a daze and amazed like a lab rat |
Don’t get Kat Stacks when we clap back |
Niggas strapped like a backpack |
So relax cause the mack black |
Turn your fuckin' fitted to a halo |
Hole through your body like a bagel |
Roaster need the toaster like a Eggo |
I be in the jungle like Diego |
Winnin' so everything I say go |
Jino, how your day go? |
Started with a cup of lean and a beauty queen |
Fuck her good so I bet she never say no |
Liquor with the team, money like they roll the green |
But I gotta see my P. O |
They sayin' I’m the one like Neo |
Try him, boy, you dyin' like Cleo |
Sayin' that you better, man, you lyin' like a Leo |