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Parade (feat. Stevotherapper) Video (MV)




Performed By: Young E.Z.
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Ezra Franks, Steeve Daniel




Young E.Z. - Parade (feat. Stevotherapper) Lyrics




Ayyyy it's a parade today

People they hated on me got a deal now they fade away
Heyyyy
You talk shit but stay away
Ionno what's in my drank but I down it like Gatorade
Bitch give me top
Like bitch give me dome
Suck on my cock
Then leave me alone
My wrist got rocks
My money talks
I smoking pot
They blow up my phone
Cuz I've been writing and typing, my style they biting, F*ck y'all ya boys in my zone
My songs they reciting, pull up get to fighting, on sight yeah, I'm done f*cking with all these clones

Ayyyy it's a parade today

People they hated on me got a deal now they fade away
Heyyyy
You talk shit but stay away
Ionno what's in my drank but I down it like Gatorade
Bitch give me top
Like bitch give me dome
Suck on my cock
Then leave me alone
My wrist got rocks
My money talks
I smoking pot
They blow up my phone
Cuz I've been writing and typing, my style they biting, F*ck y'all ya boys in my zone
My songs they reciting, pull up get to fighting, on sight yeah, I'm done f*cking with all these clones

Why everything krome like my pistols
Chain swinging while f*ckin yo bitch
Pocket rocket but it came wit a dick
Up the beam when I shoot off the hip
My bitches they bad blonde n boujie uh
I keep a uzi no uzi
Keep a vest when I'm grippin the toolie
Tom cruise we gon shoot a whole movie

I'm feelin impossible
Put my bitch in chanel, N Fendi n Louie n Gucci, moncler on ha pocketbook

N don't ask me the smell,
I'm blowin out boofie my toolie I ain't gotta cock it hoe

Keep one In the head
If he tryna run up I hit em this Ar gon drop em hoe

N I know he gon tell
If he think I'm lackin I pretend like I juss don't got it hoe

Ayyyy it's a parade today

People they hated on me got a deal now they fade away
Heyyyy
You talk shit but stay away
Ionno what's in my drank but I down it like Gatorade
Bitch give me top
Like bitch give me dome
Suck on my cock
Then leave me alone
My wrist got rocks
My money talks
I smoking pot
They blow up my phone
Cuz I've been writing and typing, my style they biting, F*ck y'all ya boys in my zone
My songs they reciting, pull up get to fighting, on sight yeah, I'm done f*cking with all these clones
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Ayyyy it's a parade today

People they hated on me got a deal now they fade away
Heyyyy
You talk shit but stay away
Ionno what's in my drank but I down it like Gatorade
Bitch give me top
Like bitch give me dome
Suck on my cock
Then leave me alone
My wrist got rocks
My money talks
I smoking pot
They blow up my phone
Cuz I've been writing and typing, my style they biting, F*ck y'all ya boys in my zone
My songs they reciting, pull up get to fighting, on sight yeah, I'm done f*cking with all these clones

Ayyyy it's a parade today

People they hated on me got a deal now they fade away
Heyyyy
You talk shit but stay away
Ionno what's in my drank but I down it like Gatorade
Bitch give me top
Like bitch give me dome
Suck on my cock
Then leave me alone
My wrist got rocks
My money talks
I smoking pot
They blow up my phone
Cuz I've been writing and typing, my style they biting, F*ck y'all ya boys in my zone
My songs they reciting, pull up get to fighting, on sight yeah, I'm done f*cking with all these clones

Why everything krome like my pistols
Chain swinging while f*ckin yo bitch
Pocket rocket but it came wit a dick
Up the beam when I shoot off the hip
My bitches they bad blonde n boujie uh
I keep a uzi no uzi
Keep a vest when I'm grippin the toolie
Tom cruise we gon shoot a whole movie

I'm feelin impossible
Put my bitch in chanel, N Fendi n Louie n Gucci, moncler on ha pocketbook

N don't ask me the smell,
I'm blowin out boofie my toolie I ain't gotta cock it hoe

Keep one In the head
If he tryna run up I hit em this Ar gon drop em hoe

N I know he gon tell
If he think I'm lackin I pretend like I juss don't got it hoe

Ayyyy it's a parade today

People they hated on me got a deal now they fade away
Heyyyy
You talk shit but stay away
Ionno what's in my drank but I down it like Gatorade
Bitch give me top
Like bitch give me dome
Suck on my cock
Then leave me alone
My wrist got rocks
My money talks
I smoking pot
They blow up my phone
Cuz I've been writing and typing, my style they biting, F*ck y'all ya boys in my zone
My songs they reciting, pull up get to fighting, on sight yeah, I'm done f*cking with all these clones
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Writer: Ezra Franks, Steeve Daniel
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