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Freddie Vs. Jason
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DaBoii
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Uh huh, this is where that sh*t get scary n***a This where sh*t get terrifying Yeah, it's raining, it's pouring, the old man is Yeah, you know the rest n***a f**k wrong wit' a n***a, n***a? SOB sh*t b*t*h YWN sh*t b*t*h f**k wrong wit' a n***a? I don't know what the f**k these n***as thought but I'm finna let 'em know b*t*h, take ya head out your mothaf**kin' ass And get you a n***a with some mothaf**kin' class b*t*h Yeah n***a I talk that P sh*t, yeah I really be on that SOB sh*t though f**k wrong wit' a b*t*h? Huh? Two hunned b*t*h, huh This sh*t serious n***a, I wouldn't lie to you n***a This sh*t like a scary movie or something Like a scary series or something n***a Freddie vs Jason type sh*t, here I go Naw I ain't squashing sh*t, n***a f**k that It be times I wake up and be like, "f**k rap" I showed n***as love, got no love back Bullets flying out the, make 'em jump jack Every n***a with me shoot we the Dream Team n***a this is not a flash, this a green beam I got money on my mind, n***a ching ching Big Draco's, n***a Stinc Team I could make her bust it open on the first date I tote big ass choppas, make the earth shake Been taking n***a's b*t*hes since the third grade Free my baby Janky Mitchy out the bird cage We was tied fourth quarter, this the overtime n***a watch yo mans, they be showing signs Glock gotta stay with me keep my bros from crying Everything I say two hundred, this sh*t more than rhymes (This sh*t real) This where this sh*t get terrifying If I don't put 'em in the dirt (Hip hop, hip hop), I bet I'll paralyze 'em Let my nuts hang anywhere, no I don't fear nobody Oh we went to school together? I ain't recognize 'em (Real) f**k with n***as from a distance, don't get close to me Two n***as run up on DaBoii I'll leave 'em both deceased b*t*h it's the lion of the jungle, what's a goat to me? If you don't wanna lose the race then n***a don't compete I got the trophy in my hands, I'm going home with this Ask me where I get this from, like I stole the sh*t b*t*h ask me for some head, I'm like, "You joking b*t*h" I had thought that you was drunk but naw you loaded b*t*h I ain't gotta c*ck it back, yeah my sh*t loaded b*t*h Us against them pu**y n***as, who you rolling with? Boiling my chain up in hot water so the golds'll hit Vlone on my body turn my back b*t*h take a motion pic I was gon' end the song 12 bars ago, perky kicking in Heard the whole click tryna blow the team, let them b*t*hes in I ain't coming out today brodie bro, yeah I'm wit' the kids Talking 'bout how it's a four up in your twenty, b*t*h you sippin' Tris Baby said she wanna build with me, I ain't no architect Forty pointers in my buffy-uffs, cost a arm and leg Baby play your roll You n***as 'bout two seasons late, I got the latest on I don't got no open cases, all my cases closed Granny ask me how her baby been, said, "You would hate to know" You ain't really 'bout what n***as claiming, what you faking for? If we peep some squares up in the circle, we reshaping those Yeah I could spit a million bars, I ain't no rapper though Acting different on these b*t*hes, ain't no actor though It get cold up in that summer, throw your jacket on Ain't gonna be aiming at no feet when we start tagging toes b*t*h Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
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