EB - Battlefield Lyrics

Score been going up 70-nil
I just left that bitch I don't need ordeals
Got tennis bracelets all over my wrists
Lined up in my scope, that shit takes some skill
Without even trying I could pay her bills
If you got my zip better keep it sealed
Need that real deal pass me the tris
Yeah I smoke that gas I don't pop pills
Yeah I'm wearing all black chiefing on that rig
I whip that es300 for the thrill
Let that shit happen I don't ever interfere
Made this lame ass bitch kiss my Richard Mille
Been all over the world, Italy to Bimini
Pressed that pussy boy, his ass was asking for a treaty
I love f*cking with these girls, with me they always freaky
Time was standing still but I don't give a f*ck bout greening
They always stay mad at me
No I don't got no enemies
My boys in the studio they moving they heads on repeat
I f*cked her so many times
I couldn't even try to count
Smoking all that tree
Goofy said I should do more for the earth
Turning that crowd into a battlefield
Turning that crowd into a battlefield
This bitch look at me like I'm her last meal
I'm the young future like Anthony Edwards
Turning that crowd into a battlefield
Turning that crowd into a battlefield
This bitch look at me like I'm her last meal
I'm their young future like Anthony Edwards
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