[Intro]
We ain't new to this
We-We-We-We-We-We true to this
This is... Evil Empire
Evil Empire
New York City's [?]
[Verse]
Huh, yeah, been that nigga since fifteen
Th-That bitch, she know that already
Spilled the Wock' up on my Hermès jeans
Swear to God, I got 'em messy
I'm fitted bitch, yeah, I walk in there clean
She wanna top me, I'm ready
Spent fifty-five hundred on everything I got on me
I-I got that sauce like spaghetti
I'm geeked off that Perc', lil' bitch, I'm dеady
Can't [?] my shirt, nigga I'm hot
I came up for the work, bitch on the block
I got opps likе I'm Durk, nigga I'm hot
All that blue like a Smurf, off of the Earth
Leave that little bitch hurt, I did her worse
Chrome Heart crosses on me, ain't go to church
I'm addicted to lean, moneys and Percs
Grab banana clip, monkey niggas acting wild
I've been tryna fuck old ho like Betty White
They wan' [?] 'cause we ain't geek up in a while
[?] in my lap, I'm totin' on these [?]
Fuck all these rapper niggas, they my childs
[?] I'm just countin' Kobe like I'm Cash
We too geeked up, they tryna turn us down
On the verses lil' bitch, I never last
Louis V sweatpants, I got my sweat band straight from the Saks-Fifth
Don't need no yes-man
I been the one, say that with my chest, man
Bullets go through em, that's bluetooth connection
No resurrection, I'm on my Drake shit
Love and affection, beatin' her back in
Huh, huh, wipe that boy nose, fuck a napkin
Huh, beam on the Glock, fuck reaction, huh
We ain't new to this
We-We-We-We-We-We true to this
This is... Evil Empire
Evil Empire
New York City's [?]
[Verse]
Huh, yeah, been that nigga since fifteen
Th-That bitch, she know that already
Spilled the Wock' up on my Hermès jeans
Swear to God, I got 'em messy
I'm fitted bitch, yeah, I walk in there clean
She wanna top me, I'm ready
Spent fifty-five hundred on everything I got on me
I-I got that sauce like spaghetti
I'm geeked off that Perc', lil' bitch, I'm dеady
Can't [?] my shirt, nigga I'm hot
I came up for the work, bitch on the block
I got opps likе I'm Durk, nigga I'm hot
All that blue like a Smurf, off of the Earth
Leave that little bitch hurt, I did her worse
Chrome Heart crosses on me, ain't go to church
I'm addicted to lean, moneys and Percs
Grab banana clip, monkey niggas acting wild
I've been tryna fuck old ho like Betty White
They wan' [?] 'cause we ain't geek up in a while
[?] in my lap, I'm totin' on these [?]
Fuck all these rapper niggas, they my childs
[?] I'm just countin' Kobe like I'm Cash
We too geeked up, they tryna turn us down
On the verses lil' bitch, I never last
Louis V sweatpants, I got my sweat band straight from the Saks-Fifth
Don't need no yes-man
I been the one, say that with my chest, man
Bullets go through em, that's bluetooth connection
No resurrection, I'm on my Drake shit
Love and affection, beatin' her back in
Huh, huh, wipe that boy nose, fuck a napkin
Huh, beam on the Glock, fuck reaction, huh
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