Easter Egg

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Tony Shhnow - Rap

Easter Egg

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[Intro] (You rocking with Voidd lil bitch) (I-cash) [Chorus] We ain't supposed to be inside this game, we a Easter Egg I just beat this lil bitch out the frame, now she won't leave the bed I stick to myself, don't fuck with niggas and they in they phones I keep that firearm on me but with your hoe my shoulder cold My bitch don't kiss and tell but some day she gotta' show them hoes Flash, camera, strike a pose Queso please, big pesos Foot on the dash every time I leave the lot Niggas facеs twisted up how we come and shut down thе spot Tied up playing with them knots We done, can't layup with no thot Told her serve it in the kitchen but I ain't playing with no pots My circle smaller than a dot, been getting chips since I was a tot [Verse] We ain't supposed to be inside this game but we made it here You would've thought my niggas drive for Lyft how they take it there You ain't got no business in this show, you won't make it here She give me head like baby hair, you in here then please stay in here Her body like [?] but her lips is on Fantasia Diamonds come from Africa but in night turn caucasian I smoke on some medical but she said I got no patience My clip shoot like the Pacers except we play the pavement I keep a bad bitch, mean as hell, she don't wanna' be your friend When you rap like this you don't need no bands No sequel baby I need my end Trust me don't play, I need them bands We touch money we don't need no hands Throw a show at the house, I don't leave my fans Told shawty come through, she don't need no pants [Chorus] We ain't supposed to be inside this game, we a Easter Egg I just beat this lil bitch out the frame, now she won't leave the bed I stick to myself, don't fuck with niggas and they in they phones I keep that firearm on me but with your hoe my shoulder cold My bitch don't kiss and tell but some day she gotta' show them hoes Flash, camera, strike a pose Queso please, big pesos Foot on the dash every time I leave the lot Niggas faces twisted up how we come and shut down the spot Tied up playing with them knots We done, can't layup with no thot Told her serve it in the kitchen but I ain't playing with no pots My circle smaller than a dot, been getting chips since I was a tot

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  • Tony Shhnow