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Ominous

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Edot Babyy - Rap, USA

Ominous

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December 4, 2020.

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[Intro] Baow, gang-gang-gang Huh? Bitch, gang-gang-gang Run that up, Rico It's Edot Babyy What? Bitch, gang-gang-gang [Verse 1] Slide to his block and let like four blast We all them niggas that's with all the war stat We check the ball, we don't give no war paths Fuck two-four, I'm shootin' with format, uh Bitch, and I do not miss I catch a oppy, I'm shootin' off rip And he tried to run, but he stumbled and tripped, gang-gang-gang [Chorus] And we just gon' bend that, bend that block I just might hit that, get that opp They never sent no, sent no shot My bro, here, they workin' with cops, like What? Uh, they can't compare I heard they mans had shot in the air That nigga a dummy, I know he was scared, like [Verse 2] Gang, we is not for all the talkin' Spinnin' the grapes, like, I'm finna offеr Pop out and just cause an extortion Niggas get shot tryna spin in thе mornin' Like, what? Don't drop my O I heard the last opp nigga got poked But it's sixteen shots if I'm totin' the pole, like I don't get it How you drop my O, but then feel offended? No, I ain't leavin' no witness On the scene, get low, that V we switchin' We never needed no handout I ain't get shit, so suck my dick I really feel like the man now Told bro, "Just focus on bands now" [Verse 3] He try to front, he catch a face shot My niggas known for makin' the state hot I'm on the block and totin' a big knock Feel like a chop, might get a jake shot Huh? Bitch, aim straight for his māthā I do my dance, so I call it bachata Tell her, "Get treeshed out," throwin' the māthā, like I smell the cap in they rap, uh And it's still free Rundown All of them gun sounds, no, they ain't never get back, uh And they made a PSA, that's a DOA, we is not for the chat Couple shots, gon' rip through his back You know I'ma slide with the strap Sugar Hill get the money, my hood on the map [Chorus] And we just gon' bend that, bend that block I just might hit that, get that opp They never sent no, sent no shot My bro, here, they workin' with cops, like What? Uh, they can't compare I heard they mans had shot in the air That nigga a dummy, I know he was scared, like [Outro] Run that up, Rico

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