Mikeeazybeazy - Testers

Yea, yea, yea
Noah got hits
Eazy
Magic bullet spinning like a ceiling fan, yea yea
Lac with that Feddi
That's some different bands, hell yea
Everybody eat
Even the middle man
Passing testers out
Stick them in a trance
Magic bullet spinning like a ceiling fan
Lac with that Feddi
That's some different bands, hell yea
Everybody eat
Even the middle man, hell yea
Passing testers out
Stick them in a trance, hell yea
Eazy in the kitchen
Couple blenders
Couple dishes, say that
Shit head cracking,
And that hoe come run the distance, head crack
With my recipe
Mark some shit up off your wish list, mark that
Won't have to chase hoes
Getta bag out them bitches
If anything throwing something to her here and there
New Yeezy 700s
Yea, grab a couple pair
Gucci polo shirt
Gucci bucket hat
So LaFlare
Chef in the kitchen
It do what I say like Simon Says
Ima put a ring on the game
I need a wedding plan
If I catch your sting waiting on you
You don't stand a chance
It be Bada bing, bada boom I done grabbed your mans
Dog so mean I can't hold him
He done grabbed your leg
Magic bullet spinning like a ceiling fan, yea yea
Lac with that Feddi
That's some different bands, yea yea
Everybody eat
Even the middle man
Passing testers out
Stick them in a trance, hell yea
Magic bullet spinning like a ceiling fan
Lac with that Feddi
That's some different bands, hell yea
Everybody eat
Even the middle man, hell yea
Passing testers out
Stick them in a trance, hell yea
Passing testers out
Passing testers out
Passing testers out
Passing testers out
Passing testers out
Passing testers out
Up all night
I'm off a Tesla now

Written by:
Michael Edwards

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