Eshay song by Gucci Dassy from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Australia, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Eshay Meaning
| [[Intro] Ay, woo! (Futile) What cunt? Esh, cunt [Chorus] We got big stacks, no cap, roll fat, I’ma Make tracks, make cash, big facts, I’ma Hit that, roll black in the Benz, I’ma Drip-drip, got that Gucci on my lens, I really can’t complain I’m past your lane, yeah, I’m really number one You can ask your mates, they’ll probs know my name Alert the game that Esh comin’, fuckin’ it up Like Esh come fuckin’ it up, ay, ay [Verse 1] Like you heard of this, I murder this, I spend it in a day ‘Cause I’m earning this, the burner kid In all black, I’m lurkin’ bitch Like hoping that they learn from this We gon’ pull up with a stick-stick that clip-clip Then my homies dip-dip, like Tyga I’m on fire, drip from Designer, she likin’ my attire I’m hitting the dash in thе foreign, fuckin’ up the tyres Think I’m stuck in thе loop They think that I would miss ’em ’cause I’m stuck in the booth Right now, I’m on top, my boys stopped Until me and my boys chilling in the foreign droptop Like, fill up my cup with some Cartier Can’t see it through the shades, they Cartiers (Futile) I could fuck this bitch just to start my day This some lean in my cup, this ain’t no Chardonnay, nah The news cunts mention my name I’m flexing the game, you’re probably sucking dick for some fame That kinda funny, wishing Esh cunt get dumb rich I just want the funds in, you be on some dumb shit One hit, then I make another, then fuck without a rubber No snitching, they undercover like My boys silent, they don’t chat, just make that cash It was a hook, play that back, uh , [Chorus] We got big stacks, no cap, roll fat, I’ma Make tracks, make cash, big facts, I’ma Hit that, roll black in the Benz, I’ma Drip-drip, got that Gucci on my lens, I really can’t complain I’m past your lane, yeah, I’m really number one You can ask your mates, they’ll probs know my name Alert the game that Esh comin’, fuckin’ it up Like Esh come fuckin’ it up, ay, ay [Verse 2] Like Esh cunt really fuckin’ it up Put double in my cup, I made it so the lovin’ would stop The pursuit, we gonna fuck in a black Bentley coupe The next day get paid like I’m shootin’ some hoops I’m up next, she gets undressed Hundreds on the dresser, don’t make assumptions, like This ain’t dirty money, gave it a bird bath Thinking if I didn’t rap, she wouldn’t flirt back Sold my soul to the game It ain’t the same in my range (Futile) Fuck with us and get the flames, yeah Diamonds gonna drip, making it rain Fucked a foreign bitch, ain’t no pronouncing her name Nah, yeah we vicious, we doing missions Pussy wet, got her dripping, Scotty Pippen, now who’s winnin’? Yeah, she said she lovin’ it, Eshay Said I’m from Adelaide, let’s go and get the agbay Quick get it, unleaded we leg it He said it, we send it, one word, five letters E-S-H-A-Y, try to schedule my date line but I can’t make time Nothing but fifties and hunnids in my sight There’s no way you can flow better than me Bitch you can try, like I said I can get her high but I can’t fly Call me Lil’ Yachty, only wanted her for one night , [Chorus] We got big stacks, no cap, roll fat, I’ma Make tracks, make cash, big facts, I’ma Hit that, roll black in the Benz, I’ma Drip-drip, got that Gucci on my lens, I really can’t complain I’m past your lane, yeah, I’m really number one You can ask your mates, they’ll probs know my name (Futile) Alert the game that Esh comin’, fuckin’ it up Like Esh come fuckin’ it up, ay, ay [Outro] Aha, eetswa cuz 2020 taking over, no cap] |
