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Betchua Freestyle
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Drakeo the Ruler
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Hunnid in a choppa that’s a C cup b*t*h I see you hatin’ through the peephole Stomp you in Margiela’s and a peacoat She a bum b*t*h but love the way she deepthroat Silly n***as always want a hero This sh*t rip through a vest I got cheat codes My life is the matrix b*t*h I’m Neo My b*t*hes set it off I brought Cleo I just beat it down on a pit stop Audemar patelk for my wrist watch I don’t wanna talk about these pictures Cause they remind me how I ruined Christmas Guatemalan b*t*h up in my DM And she gon keep on sayin’ that I’m gifted Model b*t*hes gave me all the lip gloss Every time I gave her all the drip drop I just wеnt to Rami on a pit stop 80 thousand cash for my wrist watch Thinkin’ to myself when this sh*t stop? I be up in jail with my d**k soft I ain’t havе a bail when they switched up Got a couple mil but this sh*t cost Tell em’ free my fam we can switch back A hundred thousand cash up in 10 stacks This domestic violence with no get back That’s Mei Ling walkin' with a chin strap Im super hot fire with a tic tac You a small fry I’m a big mac Coulda’ went to college but I switched paths Now I’m stackin hunnids on this b*t*h dash Why you takin’ pictures in your man’s whip? Stand up on the hood if it’s that real n***a what’s the dents you got cash for it n***as always takin’ pics n’ cappin’ He got 10 chains on I bought a magnet That’ll let you really know what’s happening Better let these n***as know I’m active It’s a hard 39 when I’m clappin’ Thizz face on like I’m Mac Dre Since I said it R.I.P to Mac Dre Hit a pu**y n***a with the pat down Gang in this b*t*h with the MAC’s out n***a trip ima lay the smack down Just bought another whip I got priors Machete on the K I’m Mike Myers I was tryna eat steak and lobster Instead it’s meatballs and lasagna n***a we don’t do relaxin’ n***a you ain’t have sh*t GLE coupe with the MAC in it Then I had the Jag with the cracked mirror Six fifty coupe with the cracked fender Drove the M3 did the dash in it You know i had to get away from crashin’ it Sticks in the car I’m a drummer too Left his brains up in Timbuktu b*t*h I get dough I know Homer too And I did all my homework too SuYoung beggin’ me to come home too But Mei Ling is a home run too Said I shouldn't wait or get f**ked by two A threesome a just set my mood Play me like I’m dumb ima spill my juice It’s a mop and it clean up cool On the dance floor I just found my groove My two step and my knockouts smooth When I walk the yards is when I pay my dues Crash dummy’s what I call my goons They just wanna die, drink mud, and shoot It’s nothin’ that I love more than juice Bro this sh*t deeper than a punchline Mops in the car when it's crunch time Ten thousand on my head I walk a fine line I was up in jail flushin’ one time sunshine Bentley super sport when the sun out Foreign whip crasher but I flu flame in Hyundai Gotta switch the lingo or it get tricky Glad I came with a hundidi Goofy ass n***a it’s a mickey Another body doe I'm just kidding Cause they’ll come snatch you for your riddles Violating first amendment (uh sh*t) Why you got yo hand out? You wobblin’ you couldn’t even stand down Thinkin’ back I should’ve went the scam route Or maybe I just should’ve went to Cam house Yeah you ballin but you couldn’t help yo mans out Mad I gotta go back to the damn trial Beat it like Michael on the Man in the Mirror Wrist dancin’ showboatin’ Rick Flair Mike Tyson in the jungle with a bear I be lyin’ if I never shed a tear If you been where I been nah n***a you ain’t been there b*t*h I beat life and the big chair I coulda had a sponge on my good hair Reclinin’ seats back I’m smellin’ good air Model b*t*h all you see is good hair It’s gon’ be a good year I just left where sheck left 29 o four nine I’m out gettin’ good cash (sh*t, n***a) pu**y I am not the police don’t lie to me Stick came out the closet it’s a shy glizzy b*t*h I’m runnin’ out of words and my eyes squintin’ Here ya’ll go my last words man I’m tired n***a No I’m lyin’ n***a I’m just high n***a I’ll pull up at your college endin' hoop dreams What I’m trippin on? Balenciaga shoe strings How the f**k I even know you went to school here? Mr. Mosely he be tellin’ me to do things Hundidi what we call a thousand uchies You can have the broke b*t*h, man she stupid Good bobble while she listen to my music n***a how you wanna do this? It was cold as sh*t I was beatin’ down yo girl with a golden fist And I think you noticed it Did it cause she close to you Thief in the night but I can turn into the poltergeist Shawty said I know you right (ah sh*t ah sh*t) Never bring a knife to gun fight unless it’s on one Machete on the K I’m Mike Myers in a snow storm Show these n***as no love The Major League’s home run Could’ve went to college but I’m heavy handed pourin’ up I’ll pull up on your block it’s the end games Playin’ heavy metal rap when I switch lane Potty mouth I just left a n***a sh*t bags Really man this sh*t sad Oh baby want her get back I ran a b*t*h twice the third time she got a chin strap (ah sh*t, n***a) How the f**k do I be comin up with this sh*t Ten attempted suicides on my slit wrist Free my n***as I might cry when this sh*t finish Too poured I might die when this sh*t finish Why you do that? Why you lie? You a b*t*h n***a Mink draggin’ I get fly on a b*t*h n***a Cold devil walk on ice and this sh*t sickle Ima hand the mic back I just rep n***as
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