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ETA Lyrics - Artist : Yung Bans
Oogie Mane
Ay, ooo, yeah Ay, ooo, yeah Make her say, make her say, make her say my name Bitch I feel like Bloody Mary say my name "Trey" Lil' shawty ridin' on my D, want on my ETA My money talk, bitch I ball, ball like NBA I turn my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face Burn a nigga like some weed, turn him into shade (Into shade) Shade, shade, shade, turn him into shade Big foot, ay HAM, I go days (Bitch) I ain't lovin' none of these bitches Just nut on their face, huh Killer her momma outta spite She smell like fish filet (Let's go, let's go) I gotta chick in a day, ay Countin' my chips lately I'ma freak to chase, chase That's where my brothers away, ay I'm on fleek, once I'ma dealer bitch say please Youngest nigga fulfill your needs Nigga for sure, big Billy B's Nigga caught man's all in a Maybach Poppin' these Percs, I'm doin' no crack A young white ho, she look at my sack Rich old man, she don't talk back Y'all niggas turnt down, turn to an act Shoot a nigga in the head, shit sound like splat Ohh, hah Ohh, hah Ohh, yeah Ay, ooo, yeah Make her say, make her say, make her say my name Bitch I feel like Bloody Mary say my name "Trey" Lil' shawty ridin' on my D1, want on my ETA My money talk, bitch I ball, ball like NBA I turn my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face Burn a nigga like some weed, turn him into shade (Into shade) |
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