Explicit.

7eddy - Red Flags

Prod. PetRan


Lyrics:
Yeah
Huh
Wake up just to

Yeah yeah uh
Wake up, wake up just uh huh
Wake up just to run the checks
Imma, Imma count them bands
Count em, count em for my ex
She, she don't want me back
That's okay cuz I'm up next huh
I'm really in my bag
Wake up, wake up just to
Wake up just to run it I'm countin these hunnids
Ah I already done it you don't need to run it
I'm smokin on honey, bad ho say she love me
Imma write some shit then turn it into money

They know what the fuck I'm on
Bad bitch said that I got red flags
And she still comin home
Ask that boy where is yo racks at
I'm like boy where they gone
Bad bitch send me on yo cash app
She bought some Saint Laurent 
Yeah she said Eddy you so evil you so cold
I said bih that's cuz my neck really on froze
Never trust a bitch I never trust a ho
That's why they hate me when they see me on the (road)

(Woah)
Yea in a Rari
I been doin what I can I'm not sayin sorry
(Yeah)
You can catch me at the after party
Give a fuck bout what you say
I just want your body

Yeah yeah uh
Wake up, wake up just uh huh
Wake up just to run the checks
Imma, Imma count them bands
Count em, count em for my ex
She, she don't want me back
That's okay cuz I'm up next huh
I'm really in my bag
Wake up, wake up just to
Wake up just to run it I'm countin these hunnids
Ah I already done it you don't need to run it
I'm smokin on honey, bad ho say she love me
Imma write some shit then turn it into money

Red Flags [prod. PetRan]

Explicit.

7eddy - CLASSIC MF

prod. 1wayOut

LYRICS:

I'm really savage uh huh
I need a bad bitch uh huh
I don't want average uh huh yeah
I bought a new time piece uh huh
I'm with some fine shyt uh huh
She sit on my dick uh huh yeah

I'm a classic mf I'm the baddest
Brand new bag you bought my bitch already had it
Talkin shit that boy a fan yeah
They can't catch cuz them boys are really laggin
Huh huh yeah said bitch I'm a vet
I'm making that pussy to wet
I'm talkin bout diamond baguettes
I ain't fuckin with you, you a loser
Don't be talkin some shit you'll regret
What you talkin bout you got no shooters
I can fuck up your life that's a fact yeah

Yeah and nobody fuck with you
Yeah I dropped the bag that they runnin to
When I walk in the crib that's a W
When I fuck on yo bitch and she love it too
And you know Imma do what the money do
Comin in Imma move like a Russian
Brand new chain and you know that shit bussin
Why the fuck did you come you ain't clutchin
Fuck you bitches talking shit up on my name
I walk around and that bih wanna fuck on me
Cuz I got diamonds dancin off my chain
I know it's fake when they say they got love for me
That's how it really is up in this game
She hit my phone and she say that she done with me
You just a pussy bitch and you a lame
All you pussy boys are dead to me
Got about a thousand enemies
Remember everything they said to me
This shit gon make me catch a felony
Pushin five I'm the top tier
Shorty shake it tell her god damn
All my brothers got it locked down
I'mma make the pussy bow down

I'm really savage uh huh
I need a bad bitch uh huh
I don't want average uh huh yeah
I bought a new time piece uh huh
I'm with some fine shyt uh huh
She sit on my dick uh huh yeah

I'm a classic mf I'm the baddest
Brand new bag you bought my bitch already had it
Talkin shit that boy a fan yeah
They can't catch cuz them boys are really laggin
Huh huh yeah said bitch I'm a vet
I'm making that pussy to wet
I'm talkin bout diamond baguettes
I ain't fuckin with you, you a loser
Don't be talkin some shit you'll regret
What you talkin bout you got no shooters
I can fuck up your life that's a fact yeah

CLASSIC MF [prod. 1wayOut]

Explicit.

7eddy - No Get Backs

prod. yxngkenay + morecalcium + burnymadeit


Lyrics:
Yeah
There ain't no get backs, backs
I'm up in my bag (bag yeah)
Turn up to the max, max
That put me on the map
Map, map
They see me as a threat
Threat, threat
They see me makin bread
Bread, bread
Finna take it to the bank
Bank, bank (yeah yeah)
Yeah

Brand new Garments from Japan they tryna steal my silhouette
I been takin all these Xans I'm like how I'm still awake
I'mma make the stripper dance you make strippers go away
I make money I make bands you make nothin all day
Cash, It's on my fuckin mind
Yeah I walk around with hunnids like I wanna die
And she a ho I shoulda seen the signs
I ain't even met the ho she tryna be my wife
Ah

Yeah
There ain't no get backs, backs
I'm up in my bag (bag yeah)
Turn up to the max, max
That put me on the map
Map, map
They see me as a threat
Threat, threat
They see me makin bread
Bread, bread
Finna take it to the bank
Bank, bank (yeah yeah)
Yeah

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