WHOLE LOTTA TED 3 by tedonthebeat Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah I'm in the cut
On that blunt
With my cuz
Bitch it's us
Getting bags, thats my luck
Hit your girl, a hockey puck
All these hoes they wanna fuck
Teddy so hot
On that pot
Trash? I'm not
I broke my fucking lamp
'Cause I shine that hard
Bitch you a lamb
Yeah I'm a star
Bitch, I'm a star
Rockin' all the bars
Driving in my car
Hold up driving in my car
Bitch yeah I'm the boss
Yeah I'm the boss
How much that shit cost?
All my bag on a Bentley
Rockin' that Givenchy
I don't fuck with Navy
Fuck that Old Navy
Huh, fuck that Old Navy
Yeah, fuck that Old Navy
[Verse 2]
Fuck Genius, I ain't using it no more
No features on the track, I don't need any more
I got the rap game on my back
My gang on the attack
I don't bang, bitch you wack
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Drop that money and then pour up
Like a stock I only go up
Fuck that stock, fuck capitalism
This world built like shit, yeah, change the rhythm
Nevermind, this shit ain't relaxing
Turn the fuck up, get to axin'
On my family, don't do taxes
[Verse 3]
Whole Lotta Ted
That shit back
Fifth time, spent a rack
Oh my god
Your man's back
Shit so hot
That's my plan
Tell your man to brush his teeth
That shit stink
What the fuck
That shit suck
I'm a buck
Freek like a Greek
Akumpo on my blood
No, I'm not from Greece
Droppin' heat
This my feast
You know it's me
That shit sweet
On the beat
Yeah it's Ted
Never quit
Like a thief
So quick
Makin' shit
Drop this shit
In a few days, no way
Tedonthebeat, it go cray (Ayo it's big man Ted on the beat)
Tedonthebeat, it go cray (Ayo it's big man Ted on the beat)
Yeah I'm in the cut
On that blunt
With my cuz
Bitch it's us
Getting bags, thats my luck
Hit your girl, a hockey puck
All these hoes they wanna fuck
Teddy so hot
On that pot
Trash? I'm not
I broke my fucking lamp
'Cause I shine that hard
Bitch you a lamb
Yeah I'm a star
Bitch, I'm a star
Rockin' all the bars
Driving in my car
Hold up driving in my car
Bitch yeah I'm the boss
Yeah I'm the boss
How much that shit cost?
All my bag on a Bentley
Rockin' that Givenchy
I don't fuck with Navy
Fuck that Old Navy
Huh, fuck that Old Navy
Yeah, fuck that Old Navy
[Verse 2]
Fuck Genius, I ain't using it no more
No features on the track, I don't need any more
I got the rap game on my back
My gang on the attack
I don't bang, bitch you wack
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Drop that money and then pour up
Like a stock I only go up
Fuck that stock, fuck capitalism
This world built like shit, yeah, change the rhythm
Nevermind, this shit ain't relaxing
Turn the fuck up, get to axin'
On my family, don't do taxes
[Verse 3]
Whole Lotta Ted
That shit back
Fifth time, spent a rack
Oh my god
Your man's back
Shit so hot
That's my plan
Tell your man to brush his teeth
That shit stink
What the fuck
That shit suck
I'm a buck
Freek like a Greek
Akumpo on my blood
No, I'm not from Greece
Droppin' heat
This my feast
You know it's me
That shit sweet
On the beat
Yeah it's Ted
Never quit
Like a thief
So quick
Makin' shit
Drop this shit
In a few days, no way
Tedonthebeat, it go cray (Ayo it's big man Ted on the beat)
Tedonthebeat, it go cray (Ayo it's big man Ted on the beat)