Eddie B. & Harry Fraud Galloping lyrics

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Here we go again and this is never gonna end
So tell a friend to tell a friend that Eddie money is on the rise
Ya honey acting funny when I put in the tummy
And she told me that she love me when I look into her eyes
But bitches tell lies and it makes me laugh
It's all good though baby keep shaking yo ass
I'm blazing the hash get ready for the nuclear blast
We making the cash fast now do the 40-yard dash
Get the fuck out of my face ya fake fake turn up the bass
Big pony put you back in your place you get erased
If your shorty wanna taste I'm gonna take her to the crib
For the record I don't care if you be hatin on the kid
Look what I did homie look at what I do
I'm the master criminal like fool man chooch
Even afghan goo went up all in bamboo
Come and get your brain washed my rhymes are shampoo
Welcome to the zoo motherfucker what's goodie?
You are looking at a tiger in a polo hoodie
You're a homo rapper making music like a rookie
I could crush you with my hand and make you crumble like a cookie pussy
Run that back Imma pump that crack mama it's your baby boy
Imma bust that rap imma flip that track cause it brings me crazy joy
Imma get that stack and invest that back into something I believe in
Cause if I don't I'll be living like tryna figure out the meaning
Uh imma get that stack and invest that back into something I believe in
Cause if I don't I'll be living like you tryna figure out the meaning

Hit em in the head when I hold the toast
I'm leaving all my competition coma toast
Bump that ish from coast to coast
The kid is so dope I make him overdose
Imma Hit em in the head when I hold the toast
I'm leaving all my competition coma toast
Bump that ish from coast to coast
The kid is so dope I make him overdose
Sheah I make him overdose (X4)
Imma hit em in the head when I hold the toast
I'm leaving all my competition coma toast
The kid is so dope I make him overdose


Can't stop won't stop gotta keep grinding
Rise to the top cliff that keeps climbing
Jump over the linemen Eddie on the hisemen
Swerve in your lane like I need an alignment
Life's so funny when you make a little money
All the broke motherfuckers tryna kill somebody
Chill young godi why you gettin made jelly?
Meet the right connec and you can get a fat belly
Eddie puffin a fair fi Freddy
Stomping at the getti pumping gas into my Chevy
Yelling out "ready" and I hope you understand
The people hear me rapping they be saying god damn
If I'm caught up in a jam I call my brother Jabam
After the motherfucker put a loaded gun in my hand
*bam*
Your boy got perfect aim, sniper rifle, murk your brain
Put the gun down and reverse your range
Go back to the studio and hurt the game
Smash em in the face with the words of pain
And I come to your hood and make purple rain
Purple rain (X3)
Smash em in the face with the words of pain
And I come to your hood and name purple rain

Hit em in the head when I hold the toast
I'm leaving all my competition coma toast
Bump that ish from coast to coast
The kid is so dope I make him overdose
Imma hit em in the head when I hold the toast
I'm leaving all my competition coma toast
Bump that ish from coast to coast
The kid is so dope I make him overdose
Sheah I make em overdose (X4)
Imma hit em him in the head when I hold the toast
I'm leaving all my competition coma toast
Bump that ish from coast to coast
The kid is so dope I make him overdose sheah