ETA lyrics

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[Intro]
I'm working on dying

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, ooh, yeah
Ayy, ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Make her say, make her say, make her say my name
b*tch, I feel like Bloody Mary, say my name tres
Lil' shawty ridin' on my di*k, wanna know my ETA
My money tall, b*tch, I ball, ball like NBA
I turned my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face
Grind a n*gga like some weed, turn him into shake (Into shake)

[Verse 1]
Shake, shake, turn him into shake
b*tch, ayy, we don't go on dates (b*tch)
I ain't lovin' none these b*tches, just nut on their face (Huh)
Kick lil' mama out the spot, she smell like fish filet (Let's go, let's go)
I get a chick in a day, ayy, countin' my chips, Lay, Lay's
I'm screamin' free lil' Che, Che, that's for my brothers away, ayy
I don't f*ck no ho with fleas
Want some my di*k, lil' b*tch, say please
Young rich n*gga fulfill your needs
n*gga push up big Bentley, B's
n*gga count millions up in the Maybach
Poppin' these Percs, I don't do no crack
Got young white hoes lickin' my sack
When she sit on the mat, she don't talk back
Y'all n*ggas turnt down, turnt to the max
Shoot a n*gga in the head, sh*t sound like splat
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, hah
Ooh, yah
Ayy, ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Make her say, make her say, make her say my name
b*tch, I feel like Bloody Mary, say my name tres
Lil' shawty ridin' on my di*k, wanna know my ETA
My money tall, b*tch, I ball, ball like NBA
I turned my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face
Grind a n*gga like some weed, turn him into shake
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