Vaeo, ​rouri404 - ​ed hardy lyrics

Got too many plugs
I'm smoking gas in different countries
You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like
"Can you front me?"
Better watch your boyfriend
Make sure he don't touch me
Know you hate this song 'cause when he
Hears he says he love me
Oh my God, got him leaving in a body bag
Oh my God, now he tryna get his body back
Just stopped on his block and I made a bag
Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag

Know that I been falling back into you again
Seen too many people say they know me
I'm not your friend
She call the shots when I'm nodding off
Your bitch gave me top, ditty bop
Think we hit the slots every time wе drop
Know I'm sick of your bitching and moaning
Waking up pissed every morning
Usеd to think you were so important
(Huh, huh)
Tired of every emotion
Always be fighting the moment
Everyday been my opponent, yeah
I just want you to notice

Things ain't really what they
Used to be anymore
(Dropping bodies on the floor
Dropping bodies on the)
Things ain't really what they
Used to be anymore
Dropping bodies on the floor
Dropping bodies on the floor
(Things ain't really what they
Used to be anymore)
(Things ain't really what they
Used to be anymore)
Know that things ain't really what
They used to be anymore

Bitched him out in front his bitch
Hardy tees, I'm throwing fit's
Rolling woods and making hit's
I feel like a golden snitch
'cause everybody want me
BB shining sparkly
We got sticks like it's the army
Push start, whip got no keys

Got too many plugs
I'm smoking gas in different countries
You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like
"Can you front me?"
Better watch your boyfriend
Make sure he don't touch me
Know you hate this song 'cause when he
Hears he says he love me
Oh my God, got him leaving in a body bag
Oh my God, now he tryna get his body back
Just stopped on his block and I made a bag
Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag
(GORESET)
Got too many plugs
I'm smoking gas in different countries
You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like
"Can you front me?"
Better watch your boyfriend
Make sure he don't touch me
Know you hate this song 'cause when he
Hears he says he love me
Oh my God, got him leaving in a body bag
Oh my God, now he tryna get his body back
Just stopped on his block and I made a bag
Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag