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LOVE THIS BABE RIGHT HERE
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THE ARTIST IS SICK
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IS THE DEVIL THATS PLAYING WITH U I KNOW A FULANI KID THAT WENT TO A QURANIC SCHOOL CAME BACK HOME THEN BECAME A CHRISTIAN I HEARD HES CHRISTIAN NOW |
ME TOO BUT HERE IS TOGO U GET A RAPED CASE IF U TRYNA CHASE HER |
THATS WHY ALLAH BROUGHT ISLAM BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA HER IF SHE GOT THAT ATTITUDE BUT BUY HER A BEEF BURGER AND SOME FRIES IF SHE DON'T ![]() |
UM ALL ABOUT MONEY LIKE A PEN IM IN THE HOOD WITH A GUN IN MY HAND I LOVE PUERTO RICAN BITCHES THAT LOOK LIKE THEY MIX AND SHIT U HAVE MONEY BUT U CAN'T FUK WITH FREEZY U BITCH NIGGAZ TRINA BE LIKE ME PUNCHING ON THE WALL TALKING SHIT TRYNA FIGHT ME BUT THEY ALL PUSSY LIKE WHAT'S UNDER YA BITCH I DON'T GIVE A FUK IF U BANGING THE FIVE OR THE SIX MY NAME FREEZY DON'T COMPARE ME TO WEEZY IM NOTHING LIKE JEEZY HOMEY JUST TAKE IT EASY YEAH IM BROKE BUT I PRAY FOR BETTER DAYS BABY IF U WANNA SUCK MY DICK U GOTTA DO IT THE BETTER WAY |
AND THERE IS LIKE 3 SIGNS TO RECOGNIZE THEM TOO |
THEY DO WORSER THEN THAT TRUST ME ![]() |
I WANT THIS WEEZY WEE SHIRT
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GeorgesDiary:WICH BENIN COUNTRY OR BENIN STATE![]() |
I DON'T KNOW WHAT VULNERABLE MEANS BUT I KNOW I NEED A 100 DOLLAR![]() |
(Intro) [...] (Cassidy) I show you how this can taste Trash bag, sticky teeth, man, pick a plate I'm gettin' cake on the corner usually And I'll put you to sleep like a borin' movie I'm tired of niggas screamin' they drove a Dot 6 Range Well, I need 6 o's, dot pocket change I'mma stay in the shop, choppin' the king Till it look like niggas play hockey on my chain I run in yo spot with a stockin' on my face Pop then pop by mistake, I'm sloppy with the .8 Listen man, I'll have you tied to the bed You play dum-dum, till sum' inside of yo head Off the side of the bridge off some Nino shit I hold dice and pull medal on some casino shit Niggas gamble with they life on some hero shit And get a fuckin' scared face on some Pacino shit Now I might not know it all, but be known this When it's war, y'all crumble like the Read-O chips I'll pass yo strip errday, I don't see no bricks, mane I'm a pit, you a pussy, so we don't mix Go 'head, spit bout yo jewels I luv that they froze up You gon' do the same thing when Cass' put them foes up Take em all off and race off like I drove up This year, Raw 16s, nigga, no cut (Freeway) Yo, you ain't fuckin' with Free for 2 reasons My 2 kids, 2 mouths to feed A broke kid's paws, shoot niggas out they trees Brody niggas, y'all get pushed right off yo block Freeway, when you see me, call the cops Like I'm Pac, you ain't ready to die, then don't ride All my niggas loadin' it down and don't cry No weapon, broad-eye you ? and won't die Hood niggas, Brother Samir and Lil Ant Middle by the summit, man, you dead where you stand You thought you was fuckin' with Free, why, you can't! CNN, apostrophe ten, Tiger Woods, nigga, pop off yo tittie Then I hop in the ding, Ying T L TA 88, move yay from state to state Stuff mixed fast, scrape the plate No fist fight, T-Rex, scrape yo face Like I got ten men and foreva to go On with my man, it' fo'eva with O Molecule in my hand, feel like I got fo'eva to blow It's just some shit that I'm happy to know Take down 4 cells, still get a stack for an o Five for a half a bitch when you're brickin' a tuck (?) I'm not dumb, no kids and no stunt But believe me, I'mma gun, no hits and you bleeped In yo house Sunday like in that ? Freeway, won't Bleep her in a midnight tell(?) Cuz believe me, you get chilly when you in that cell I'm from P H I LL Y, hand jay read niggas, dot LL not And it fast me to just let dotty ride No young niggas that'll body cops Stop! To think about what you facin' here I'll end yo career and go buy you a pack of woods And throw me the L(?) Freeway, I'm the hood I weapon it well, last year this time free was under the jo This year this time free run with the rock AK snobs and Glocks, put the gat to yo mind, titties plug yo pops Betta stack on a roll when we break yo pot Betta crawl on a roll when we take yo drop Got some coke all around me when we break yo strip Matta' fact, take yo strip, make it flip When you go round realize that the flow don't stop Need money like Castro, dough don't stop Nigga, you get what you ask for, bullet or bars Hit a nigga from the hood and the nigga'll starve Freeway still get at his nut Pawn let young niggas from the hood parlay in my car Take em with me when I'm cashin' em checks So they can see clean money, came from spittin' the raw That awful bundle, gotta stash the rest (Cass') Yo, when I get hard with rhymes, I shine like lipgloss [complete the verses if you like classic rap] Source: https://sweetslyrics.com/classic-battle-cassidy-vs-freeway/put-a-beat-on-lyrics |
Ewo awon boys yi. Kamikaze on a Ketto level. Yahooze! E jami si jo! |
I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin' to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha' code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it Bleep around and get everybody indicted Saw dis shit commin', you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin' to fight it |
THEY ARE HARD TO FIND LIKE GOLD BUT EASY TO DESTROY LIKE PAPERS |
ALL ABOUT MY MONEY G
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FhiBi:YEAH GIRL I WAS SO HAPPY |
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT SHE NEVER TOLD ME SHE LOVE ME AND I NEVER TOLD HER I LOVE HER BUT ONE DAY HER BOYFRIEND WAS BEATING HER I CAME PUNCH HIM ON THE NOSE HE FALL THEN SHE CAME HUG ME AND STARTED KISSING ME |
Uh, Yea, The games on and I've been here scoring I've been world touring, I've been Clear Portin' Get to the cash fast, like I'm Flash Gordon Sick bling, six rings like I'm Air Jordan Before all the Panel's, Beamer's and Porsche's We was pushing pristine, we was less fortunate The way I rose from the bottom, the people oughta pay me Fried rice type, sugar water baby From the hood, all my G's got felonies They couldn't make it to the Army or the Navy Real spit, I used to live my low paid life That's why I need my whip Cocaine White |
FIFTH IS MY NIGGA AND HE GROWIN TOO |
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I HEARD HES CHRISTIAN NOW