GARÇON MARGIELA Ed n Rummy lyrics
Ed n Rummy
GARÇON MARGIELA
GENRE
[Intro]
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
[Verse]
I can't be on FaceTime all day, lil' bitch you gotta hurry up
I told her I love her and I lied, she wan't me to marry her
We gonna shoot shit, ready up. (Bee, bee)
Nigga blood look like ketchup. (Bee, bee)
Nigga said he 'gon bury us
He won't wanna fuck with Margiela
He don't wanna fuck with Margiela
He don't wanna fuck with Margiela
Bust at him, he can't get up
Dumb ass nigga getting wet up
Dumb ass nigga getting put in a pack. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Bracelet money, spent that shit on a death. (Okay, okay, okay)
Two days later, I made it all right back. (Two days later, I made it all right back)
In Benihanas, you eating a Big Mac. (In Benihanas you eating a Big Mac)
Money stand tall lil nigga like Kristaps
And my gun go click-clack
Boom, boom, baow I fly back. (Boom, boom, baow I fly back)
My bitch pretty, your bitch pretty ugly
I count hunnits and Harriet Tubmans. (Bee)
My niggas two deep just like Ed and Rummy
Niggas my sons like follow the leader
You don't love me I don't love you either
I spent 500 for my beaters
Garçon, he in a Hellcat speedin'
If you not talking no money, then beat it. (If you not talking no money, then beat it.)
This my universe, I'm feeling like Steven
Beam on the Glock it light up
Feel like I got the Midas touch
Run up on me, you 'gon bite the dust
We brought guns you ain't fighting us
'Member I used to ride the bus. ('Member I used to ride the bus.)
I hate niggas like Donald Trump. (I hate niggas like Donald Trump)
Hatin' ass nigga get fired up. (Hatin' ass nigga get fired up)
Count so much I might be a Octopus
Ain't a single bitch that I love. (Ain't a single bitch that I love)
Ain't a single bitch I could say I love
I got a Moncler jacket for when I get cold
Talk down my niggas cut your throat
I could make music that talk to your soul
I got a Glock that could talk to your head
Boom bye bye, 'pon the Batty bwoy head
These niggas wimpy I call them Greg
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
[Verse]
I can't be on FaceTime all day, lil' bitch you gotta hurry up
I told her I love her and I lied, she wan't me to marry her
We gonna shoot shit, ready up. (Bee, bee)
Nigga blood look like ketchup. (Bee, bee)
Nigga said he 'gon bury us
He won't wanna fuck with Margiela
He don't wanna fuck with Margiela
He don't wanna fuck with Margiela
Bust at him, he can't get up
Dumb ass nigga getting wet up
Dumb ass nigga getting put in a pack. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Bracelet money, spent that shit on a death. (Okay, okay, okay)
Two days later, I made it all right back. (Two days later, I made it all right back)
In Benihanas, you eating a Big Mac. (In Benihanas you eating a Big Mac)
Money stand tall lil nigga like Kristaps
And my gun go click-clack
Boom, boom, baow I fly back. (Boom, boom, baow I fly back)
My bitch pretty, your bitch pretty ugly
I count hunnits and Harriet Tubmans. (Bee)
My niggas two deep just like Ed and Rummy
Niggas my sons like follow the leader
You don't love me I don't love you either
I spent 500 for my beaters
Garçon, he in a Hellcat speedin'
If you not talking no money, then beat it. (If you not talking no money, then beat it.)
This my universe, I'm feeling like Steven
Beam on the Glock it light up
Feel like I got the Midas touch
Run up on me, you 'gon bite the dust
We brought guns you ain't fighting us
'Member I used to ride the bus. ('Member I used to ride the bus.)
I hate niggas like Donald Trump. (I hate niggas like Donald Trump)
Hatin' ass nigga get fired up. (Hatin' ass nigga get fired up)
Count so much I might be a Octopus
Ain't a single bitch that I love. (Ain't a single bitch that I love)
Ain't a single bitch I could say I love
I got a Moncler jacket for when I get cold
Talk down my niggas cut your throat
I could make music that talk to your soul
I got a Glock that could talk to your head
Boom bye bye, 'pon the Batty bwoy head
These niggas wimpy I call them Greg
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