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E-U-G-M-O-B
(EUGMOB made this one too?!)
E-U, E-U, E-U-G-M-O-B
E-U-G-M-O-B, E-U
Yeah
E-U-G-M-O-B
All black fashion, Vetements on
Bitch i feel like Lonely
Kyrie Irving, I can't let a nigga try to hold me
I be swerving tank on full, you on the highway on E
These niggas fake and fraud
They wanna be me but they phony
Eating hibachi, it's expensive
Used to eat at Shoney's
Yo mans ain't solid, talk behind yo back
He ain't yo homie
I gotta warn you baby
Sometimes I can be controlling
Sometimes I can be controlling
I'm riding 'round with all my niggas on yo block we four deep
Gra-ta-ta-ta we sending shots you might get hit with forty
Run from the cops I got a wanted level like i'm Tony
No this ain't GTA
I gotta get on the road
But yo hoe want me stay
I gotta keep chasing goals
I could get rich any day
If a nigga in my way
He moving or he getting slayed
Pockets swole they getting big
This money got em gaining weight
Yo hoe left me soaking wet
I'm in her bedroom eating steak
I might deliver a deliver a pack
I travel going state to state
You said you want beef but you don't wanna see me face to face
I pray to god everyday he bless me thats amazing grace
You gone love it over here I promise it's an amazing place
She give me neck and i'm kicking her out im like
Bye baby have an amazing day
Running the streets I be moving around and i'm tired
I need me a Gatorade
Bodies, on bodies, on bodies
I feel like Kobe I hit it and fade away
Hobbies, on hobbies, on hobbies, on hobbies, on hobbies
I love when I make a play
I know a nigga thats ready to go catch a homi
He just might take out ya brains
I feel like Randy Orton voices in my head I think i'm going insane
I'm a monster can't be tamed
I love that girl that's my twin flame
Yeah, my twin flame
If I don't consider you family we can't even hang
If you just tryna make it out man I can even hate
If you been feasting you should gone and pass yo mans a plate
Make sure everybody ate
E-U-G-M-O-B
All black fashion, Vetements on
Bitch I feel like Lonely
Kyrie Irving, I can't let a nigga try to hold me
I be swervin' tank on full, you on the highway on E
These niggas fake and fraud
They wanna be me but they phony
Eating hibachi, it's expensive
Used to eat at Shoney's
Yo mans' ain't solid, talk behind yo back
He ain't yo homie
I gotta warn you baby
Sometimes I can be controlling
(Sometimes I can be controlling)
(I'm riding 'round with all my niggas on yo block we four deep)
(Gra-ta-ta-ta we sending shots you might get hit with forty)
(Run from the cops I got a wanted level like i'm Tony)
(No this ain't GTA)
(I gotta get on the road)
(But yo hoe want me stay)
(I gotta keep chasing goals)
(I could get rich any day)
(If a nigga in my way)
(He moving or he getting slayed)
(Pockets swole they getting big)
(This money got em gaining weight)
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