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Eddie - Flu (feat. Yung Telo) Lyrics



Eddie - Flu (feat. Yung Telo) Lyrics
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Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin n' juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
Momma said it's cold so I grabbed a coat
Had to set my goals now I'm focused on that growth
Tryna crack the code lay up off that dope
Man it's hard cope doing all this shit alone
We some f*cking robbers in some Joggers
Let the hunnid round burst
Someone call a chauffeur I may be a joker
Get it 'cause I left him left em in a hearse
Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin and juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
Niggas swear they run the state they can't even walk to the city yeah
Clutchin on a 40 get to bussin clutchin glizzy yeah
I'm in the lab I'm cookin up a shot of henny yeah
Bulletproof whip got the 4gs round the Bentley yeah
762 Them bullets runnin' through yo flesh (Flesh)
I told dreams keep goin' take off space cadet (Yeah)
This song right here finna have yo baby panties wet (Wet)
Remember first time we smoked a blunt that's how we met (Met)
Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin and juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin and juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
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Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin n' juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
Momma said it's cold so I grabbed a coat
Had to set my goals now I'm focused on that growth
Tryna crack the code lay up off that dope
Man it's hard cope doing all this shit alone
We some f*cking robbers in some Joggers
Let the hunnid round burst
Someone call a chauffeur I may be a joker
Get it 'cause I left him left em in a hearse
Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin and juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
Niggas swear they run the state they can't even walk to the city yeah
Clutchin on a 40 get to bussin clutchin glizzy yeah
I'm in the lab I'm cookin up a shot of henny yeah
Bulletproof whip got the 4gs round the Bentley yeah
762 Them bullets runnin' through yo flesh (Flesh)
I told dreams keep goin' take off space cadet (Yeah)
This song right here finna have yo baby panties wet (Wet)
Remember first time we smoked a blunt that's how we met (Met)
Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin and juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
Me and all my shootas in the coupe (In the coupe)
Smoking on that gas nigga that's guerrilla glue (Guerrilla glue)
I'll be in the cut catch me rounding up the troops (Up the troops)
If you talking smack we gon point it at you (Point at you)
Got the flu yeah I might have the flu (Yeah yeah)
Bad lil' bitch she gon blow me like a flute (Like a flute)
Gin and juice and don't forget the Goose (Yeah)
Turn it up in the Double-Seven-Two (Seven-Two)
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Writer: Brian Chamizo, Noel Cardero
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Performed By: Eddie
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Brian Chamizo, Noel Cardero

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