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Big Bank Vault Studios Presents: Jay Eazy - Tomioka [Official Music Video] Filmed & Edited: Goon Wick Produced By Justxrolo Bound, bound Bound, bound Ayy (bound to fallin' in love) SRG, yeah-yeah, yeah, Eazy, whoa (hey, where's Rolo?) Only thing that lean is yo' bitch when I bend her over Sippin' Poland Spring and Arizona, fuck a Coca-Cola That's your Juliet? Oh, that's cool, I'ma Romeo her (bound to fallin' in love) You think you a demon 'til I Giyu like I'm Tomioka I be tellin' them shit, they don't listen to me, they just fuck with the flow I'd probably switch it to rappin' in Spanish and motherfuckers probably wouldn't even know Viva La Raza, no Eddie Guerrero, your dad is a punto, your mom's a mojon (bound to fallin' love) Then after doin' the salsa to that, they'll just throw up they hands and start hittin' the 'woah' (love) Contradictions, I'm a player simpin' (you started with a mere hello) Why you broke as fuck, but wanna pay a visit? Why do I take a hour, but said that I'll take a minute? (Then) Why can't everyone be rich if the money's printed? Why you sayin' you in yo' bag, but you got nothin' in it? (You started with a mere hello) Why you sayin' you outside, but you ain't get no bitches? That's cool, I'm inside orderin' some Designer off of Essence (then you learned her name) That's cool, I'm inside hittin' yo' bitch with combos like it's Tekken Only thing that lean is yo' bitch when I bend her over Sippin' Poland Spring and Arizona, fuck a Coca-Cola That's your Juliet? Oh, that's cool, I'ma Romeo her (bound to fall in love) You think you a demon 'til I Giyu like I'm Tomioka Oh, you ready for this? It's been a journey, I'm petty as shit Makin' me wait for confetti and shit I'd sure only wait for the Henny to hit You had to be there to know what we've been through (bound to fallin' in love) If you wasn't there, don't speak on it, simple Too much "blasé blahs" and "ah-da-ahs, " shut your fuckin' pie hole This bar's for the pocket watchers (you started with a mere hello) My pockets are fat and I won't get lightbulb Bitch, I'm the G.G.G.O.A.T., no, that wasn't a typo Yeah, I do it for the good game, most of y'all do it for hood fame (then you learned her name) Tryna look for a high from people that don't love you back, that's worse than a crack Not receiving no intimacy from a broke motherfucker, but you still attached (you started with a mere hello) I'm not talkin' 'bout females, I'm talkin' 'bout men because y'all really are the new women Tryna act like a damsel in distress, but'll pick up a zip like a pair of old Denims (then you learned her name) If you first wake up early, don't go back to sleep, you better go get up and get 'em Only thing that lean is yo' bitch when I bend her over Sippin' Poland Spring and Arizona, fuck a Coca-Cola That's your Juliet? Oh, that's cool, I'ma Romeo her (bound to fallin' in love) You think you a demon 'til I Giyu like I'm Tomioka

L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz You don't fuck with me, then fuck 'em My own niggas, I don't trust 'em Bricksquad, I say fuck 'em Wuga World wit 'em, so fuck 'em I'm in these streets, no duckin' This foreign mac is rushin' Kay Kay and Tee Tee, them hoes know they bussin' I did a lot to these niggas, they mad we fuck they bitches Fucked a couple them Barbies, now I need a pretty Mrs OTF, 300, the city ridin' with us Too many say they drillin', throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I don't know what got into me, I'm jammin' like I'm with MTV Niggas know that we rich forever, like we fuckin' with MMG Robbin', clearin' up niggas throat, fourty got a lemon squeeze Coolin' on that mac too, high hot shit for a winter breeze Duckin' low from all the ops, blastin' at yo enemies Yo' bitch know she doin' dick, we call that ho double D We call that ho double D Ain't nobody hot as me (300) L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I'm higher than an astronaut, I'm off the shit I'm passin' out I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got Where I'm from my niggas win, couple niggas that gone ten Couple guys that's RIP, niggas know that we get it in Life ain't no joke, nigga. L's up for lil Mo, nigga Life ain't no joke, nigga. L's up for lil Mo, nigga L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz You don't fuck with me, then fuck 'em My own niggas, I don't trust 'em Bricksquad, I say fuck 'em Wuga World wit 'em, so fuck 'em I'm in these streets, no duckin' This foreign mac is rushin' Kay Kay and Tee Tee, them hoes know they bussin' I did a lot to these niggas, they mad we fuck they bitches Fucked a couple them Barbies, now I need a pretty Mrs OTF, 300, the city ridin' with us Too many say they drillin', throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I don't know what got into me, I'm jammin' like I'm with MTV Niggas know that we rich forever, like we fuckin' with MMG Robbin', clearin' up niggas throat, fourty got a lemon squeeze Coolin' on that mac too, high hot shit for a winter breeze Duckin' low from all the ops, blastin' at yo enemies Yo' bitch know she doin' dick, we call that ho double D We call that ho double D Ain't nobody hot as me (300) L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I'm higher than an astronaut, I'm off the shit I'm passin' out I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got Where I'm from my niggas win, couple niggas that gone ten Couple guys that's RIP, niggas know that we get it in Life ain't no joke, nigga. L's up for lil Mo, nigga Life ain't no joke, nigga. L's up for lil Mo, nigga L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz

(Lyrics) Grrah 4100, it's 41 guns up Bitch, KR (O-oh) Like, damn In the party, I'm not havin' fun (oh) Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (oh) I'm tryna spot me a - (oh) Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (like, what?) You gon' tell them the truth? Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (stu') Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? Bitch, came with 30, I left with 11 On his body, don't let 'em get lost Like, we made a movie on- (damn) What the fuck? (Doumbouya) How you alive? (How you alive?) Stop the dissin', get out the kitchen Like, when is you comin' outside? (Bitch) Two-two deep, when I'm on they side (I'm on they side) Brodie 'oot like a Piston Ka-Kartii laughin', we already blitzed 'em (Kartii) I could never do bad on a mission (bitch) Walk-walk down (grrah) Walk 'em down just to better the distance (grrah) Like, he can't run, it ain't no way to run I keep fuckin' my vision, this shit got me trippin' (it's Carter, dickhead) Bitch, Migos, I'm sippin' Latto stay on that timing, I call him, he clicking And she love how I'm dripping And the .40 like soccer, the way that it's kicking Like, what? Who really on that? Brodie got put on the floor like a doormat (doormat) Niggas talking, but where he perform at? And, if he got no motion, I cannot support that Bitch, like, that's the sound of the chop (grrah) Jah Woo, he came with a knock (like, what?) And if Dee in the spot, that's a billion shots (grrah, grrah) Up first, no hesitation Dot on his noggin, we making 'em famous Like, she a baddie, she loving my fragance She a- she a thottie, throw it in rotation (boom) Somebody tell me why he sound like a bitch more than Jenny? Since they dissin', it's about to get heavy I might be on Chester posted wit' the Jetty (damn) Like, I might slide with 30 in the clip And when I leave, I bet this shit be empty They wanna talk money? Nigga, I got plenty This .40 gone bark, it's sounding like confetti (boom, boom, boom) Like, if I hop out this car, I'ma spark 'em (oh) Stomach shot, I might parallel park 'em (oh) 13 in this rocket, Harden Put the dot on his head, I ain't missin' my target (grrah-grrah, bop) Huh, and when I'm off the 'erky I tell her don't fuck up my, "Don't fuck up my vibe" And they man's keep dying, they don't go and pick up a gun They just go in the stu' and they cry (bitch) In the party, I'm not havin' fun (oh) Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (oh) I'm tryna spot me a - (oh) Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (like, what?) You gon' tell them the truth? Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (stu') Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? In the booth, and there's Wock' in my cup (Wocky) Like, got two thots, I don't know who to rump (I don't know who to what?) Thot-thot bitch, shake it, for some Runtz Dissin' on my - (she gon' shake it) she feelin' the gun (grrah) Like grrah, my shit don't got no safety Bro rock 'em to sleep like a baby (rock 'em to sleep) All of my-, all of my opps be dyin' (they dyin') Shit crazy, I laugh on the daily In the-, in the spot, see a baddie with motion I'm tryna dive in that ocean Keepin' it P, I don't got no emotion Want no baby, I hit with a Trojan In the party, sippin' Casamigos (casa, casa) Might switch it and pour up the Henny (pour up the Henny) Thoo-thooties askin', "Where is Jenny?" (Where is Jenn?) Told 'em, "She gon' be here in like 20" Two-, two thots, and they both twins Like, I'm tryna go for the win (go for the dub) Strike her down, like a pin Liquor drippin', down her chin (she a thot) She in the party, with the Barbies I'm wit' the steppers, the fuck is a Ken? (The fuck is a Ken?) Like, fuck it might kick it to - Like, fuck I want her and her friend (damn, damn) In the party, I'm not havin' fun (oh) Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (oh) I'm tryna spot me a - (oh) Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (like, what?) You gon' tell them the truth? Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (stu') Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? #kylerichh #jenncarter #tata #deebillz #musicvideo #music #rap #newyork

Hit a lick with a bitch from the bayou Make sure the pussy bald no calliu Haduken yo ass like im ryu I’ll splash on yo ass like a ice cube Chapstick on my lips and I’m looking like a bitch Ya i had a couple kids but I threw them in a ditch Put the ice all on my wrist know a dike with a whip we could take for a spin if we back before 10 Annnd I been fuckin bitches in my mini van Annnd I been flippin switches cause i know i can Annd Post my shit on pintrest cop a couple fans Annnd I hope that you’re listening cause im goin ham I’ve been coke no cola got to get the fuckin white Hit her on my motorola shawty wanna fuck tonight I’m sick as fuck but no ebola dirty in my fuckin sprite And i got game but no controller cooking up like Walter White Like left right left right upper cut Stupid slut gone suck my nuts Up down up down ayye bitch what? Run it up run it up run it up run it up Like left right left right upper cut Stupid slut gone suck my nuts Up down up down ayye bitch what? Run it up run it up run it up run it up Didn’t wanna get it but i had to go and get it so i copped a couple things to get my rocks off Aye Didn’t wanna fuck her but i had to go and fuck her so i did that shit quick with my socks on Aye This and that the back fourth Its so much work like playin sports So fuck the whore I did my time i lost mind She hot as fuck like lemon lime Still wanting more Pull up with a bitch and imma show her I'm a king Gonna pick her up gonna give the bitch a ring Sike, dude I don't like you, don't wanna hit you Not my boo but uhhh We watching TV got a BD Like a big dick see these nuts but it gotta be PG Water dripping like fiji But when you wanna smash I'm DTF Back seat pimpin with a hoe and she on my dick A 100 thousand dollars in my pocket now its on my wrist Back seat pimpin with a hoe pass her to the clique A 100 thousand dollars in my pocket now its on my wrist

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Stick to the back on the low i move Sick with the raps but no achu Who want smoke with the whole damn crew? I do i do i do i do Wrist don’t crack its froze like oou Coming for yo neck like pew pew pew Who want smoke with the whole damn crew? I do i do i do i do No such thing as friends I promise that they don’t exist I got shooters lurking Choppa might blow you a kiss Yellow shorts on me lookin like i took a piss How i pull and shorty still wanna have my kids I just might fuck around and get abducted yo bitch she a thot and she look like a muppet My dick she could suck it Got bread like a muffin Im back on my bullshit to me it is nothing Rap game mike tyson all it took was one hit Shorty like how im stuntin She gone suck on my dick yuh No such thing as friends I promise that they don’t exist I got shooters lurking Choppa might blow you a kiss Yellow shorts on me lookin like i took a piss How i pull and shorty still wanna have my kids I’m too drunk to walk ill drive Where my funds bitch its on sight Fuck that hoe now she my wife Im doin blow like every night Stick to the back on the low i move Sick with the raps but no achu Who want smoke with the whole damn crew? I do i do i do i do Wrist don’t crack its froze like oou Coming for yo neck like pew pew pew Who want smoke with the whole damn crew? I do i do i do i do I feel like danny devito But still look good in a speedo Pull up like que pasa mijo She suck my dick like a cheeto Don’t snort a line snort a kilo After that cash like casino This a wrap like burrito It’s rest in piece Don Vito Bitch im Top ten like watch mojo Hating on me you a bozo Don’t want no smoke like the ozone Iced out feeling like frozone

I don't own this Video and Dont wanna be Monetized off this Thank You. Bombs away Blowing up the White House Ándale Bitch i need it right now Ahh Shimmy shimmy ya Put me in a box in the hall of fame Bombs away Blowing up the White House Ándale Bitch i need it right now Ahh Shimmy shimmy ya Put me in a box in the hall of fame King of the jungle Best one out and so humble Hundred gold chains and bitch like Rapunzel Rumble how yo bitch is royally run through If you don’t rock with willy than it really is fuck you I Gotcha ya All about the green like its matcha I Make these bitches scream with my big rocket launcher Stomp ya Deep into the street of Sri Lanka on some shit they never seen like the loch ness monsta But imma Make these bitches dance Oh oh Know im Sticking to it like a lance Oh oh I might not get another chance Oh oh So you know im gonna do it till I can’t No mo So Best don’t get in my way Fiasco in a bi-plane Hoes Diggin my grave Best don’t get in my way Or else go. Yippee ki- yay Bombs away Blowing up the White House Ándale Bitch i need it right now Ahh Shimmy shimmy ya Put me in a box in the hall of fame Bombs away Blowing up the White House Ándale Bitch i need it right now Ahh Shimmy shimmy ya Put me in a box in the hall of fame A little rascal Sittin in my castle Only do it big like im livin in El Paso Lasso wrapped around these bitches pants No i just cant pick man This hoe or that hoe Ahhh Tell me how I’m getting so hot Creme of the crop Sippin liquor till my liver go pop Karate choppin the neck of a cop While wearing crocs think im Davy Jones got it on lock So give me props Cause But imma Make these bitches dance Oh oh Know im Sticking to it like a lance Oh oh I might not get another chance Oh oh So you know im gonna do it till I can’t No mo So Best don’t get in my way Fiasco in a bi-plane Hoes Diggin my grave Best don’t get in my way Or else go. Yippee ki- yay Bombs away Blowing up the White House Ándale Bitch i need it right now Ahh Shimmy shimmy ya Put me in a box in the hall of fame Bombs away Blowing up the White House Ándale Bitch i need it right now Ahh Shimmy shimmy ya Put me in a box in the hall of fame