Test Me (feat. Yung Chris)

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EddySTC

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This bitch had the best brain that I ever saw!
How that bit gave me memory
I know these niggas gone talk
But we let 'em talk till we pull up with Bentleys
That bit said that I be going hard
But I'm busting her gently
She know I'm going far
She said I'm a shooting star, that's a bar
Cause I be the man of the century
I don't know why in the f*ck would you tempt me
I know real niggas I know it's not plenty
I be the nigga that these niggas envy
So why in the f*ck would you test me
They thought that Eddy was friendly
He live a life so deadly
Been in the trenches, you can't fold or bend me
So why in the f*ck would you test me
Bless me (Bless you)
I just wiped a nigga nose, smooth and twelve won't arrest me (F*ck 12)
And these niggas they be hoes
Ou, I call that shit blasphemy
Ou and I know who gone blast for me
So these niggas don't stress me (Fasho)
I'm stress free, you stress out
Check me, checkmate (Check)
Check please!
I'm on they head like a memory
She said I'm in her dreams like Freddy
I know she wanna corress me
And I hope you not tryna finesse me
Cause that will be your last thing
And we throwing clips till they empty
(And it's alway f*ck the enemies I was serving bricks for the cream cheese)
And I know you feeling me
(I wear my heart on my sleeve)
And I know the real niggas feel the energy
And I know real bitches want the recipe
I be the man of the century
I don't know why in the f*ck would you tempt me
I know real niggas I know it's not plenty
I be the nigga that these niggas envy
So why in the f*ck would you test me (Huh)
They thought that Eddy was friendly
He live a life so deadly
Been in the trenches, you can't fold or bend me
I be the man of the century
I don't know why in the f*ck would you tempt me
I know real niggas I know it's not plenty
I be the nigga that these niggas envy
So why in the f*ck would you test me
They thought that Eddy was friendly
He live a life so deadly
Been in the trenches, you can't fold or bend me (Aye, look)
Aye I feel like Stan Lee
I need my money demanding
Fucked that bit gave her a plan b
Bitches that f*ck with me don't understand me
I cut off her legs cause that bitch cannot stand me
Them bullets they piercing his head and they stick, hitting
The tool on my hip, Handy Manny
Niggas run up and they say they gone fan me (Say they gone fan me)
That's a lie
I roll that dope and I smoke to the sky, uh
I feel alive
Shorty got water so I'm finna dive
See the fake in the skies
I'm just tryna get rid of pride, aye
You cannot walk in my shoes, aye
You cannot fit in my size, aye
Hop in that car take a ride, aye, aye
Push start
Hop in the stu and I make art
They cannot move till I say start
Watching the bit from the back while she push carts
Not talking Walmart
Boy we gone ball hard
Pushing the whip like a muhfuckin' go cart
She rock Chanaynay and I'm rocking Goyard
I'm picture painting I feel like I'm Mozart
I be the man of the century
I don't know why in the f*ck would you tempt me
I know real niggas I know it's not plenty
I be the nigga that these niggas envy
So why in the f*ck would you test me
They thought that Eddy was friendly
He live a life so deadly
Been in the trenches, you can't fold or bend me
So why in the f*ck would you test me
(Huh)

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