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Eli Fross

Voodoo

 

Voodoo

(album: CESAR - 2020)


Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Free Dev Bands, huh
Free S Dot, fa-fa-fa-fa
It's Great John beats baby
Great John on the beat by the way
Bitch

Fross
Woke up I'm feeling like a new man
Two hoes on my side they cute friends
Big bags on clothing
I earned this shit, I'm my own man
Get boomed if you lurking
My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh
No sea, I'm surfing
My wave to deep that's goat shit
In this bitch with me then you know she topping shit
Yeah, she got them rockets, bitch
Yeah, I told her to slob this dick
Yeah, cause she always popping shit
Big racks just for the feets
Big bag for jeans and tee
Big bro, now I got breesh
You get popped cause I know the [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You get shot little nigga I know that [?]
Usain Bolt in this speed
He see me, he hit feets
A big booty, you know I'mma need
And these hunnids can't fit in my jeans
And I love when she smile with them teeth
Later on she gon' suck of my meat

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
You know I got juice cause I'm the goat
Baddest bitches all up on my phone
Know I got the heat without the stove
Exes keep on hitting up her line
Made her answer fucking on the phone
Yams lit, ran it up at Saxs
Workers think I'm scamming in the store
Like catch up nigga you baiting, ah
Big smoke eyes look Asian, yeah
She sick of her ex new patient, yeah
Don't talk to my bitch she lacing, yeah
Swag like shoes I laced it, yeah
Hoes see me go crazy, yeah
No more deuce-deuce big laser, yeah
Don't rush that shot, I gotta pace it, yeah
Shorty got vocals like Jordin Sparks
And her pussy get wetter like warterparks (That's a fact)
Deep in that pussy I'm going off
She be yelling my name, I'm the man in charge
Before I got lit I had a little spark
Now I'm riding in foreign and living large (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
And for all my felons I'm going off (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Cause once they come home we'll be living stars (Huh)
Yeah, cause once they come home we'll be living stars
And for all my felons I'm going off
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Woke up in feeling like a new man
Two hoes on my side they cute friends, huh
Big bags on clothing
I earned this shit I'm my own man, huh
Get boomed if you lurking
My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh
No sea, I'm surfing
My wave to deep that's goat shit
And you know this bitch with me then you know she topping shit
Yeah, she got them rockets, bitch
Yeah, I told her to slob this dick
Yeah, cause she always popping shit
Big racks just for the feets
Big bag for jeans and tee
Big bro, now I got breesh
You get popped cause I know the [?]

Falayo, Falayo, Falayo, Falayo
Free S Dot
Free Dev Bands
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang

done

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