Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eww Eww Eww Freestyle , by - Zuse. Song from the album Plugged, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |