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Migos Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #111
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The bag is right there, go get it Them baguettes right there, two-fifty Hundred thousand, five hundred, the midget I was racking my gun in the kitchen On the low we f**kin' your b*t*hes Wipe his nose but no, not a tissue Bullet hole, the switch got a .50 Wrist is cold you'd think it was Christmas n***a know that it's up f**kin' that b*t*h in the back of the Maybach I told her to put the seat up I'm not gon' go to the internet I'm 'bout that action, it's time to meet up Broke n***as know we not into that go get some bigger racks Time to eat up Call my young n***a he spinnin' that He want some stripes with the gang, Adidas My bad, I forgot to mention Through the pandemic, we was still runnin' up chicken Whippin' that sh*t in the kitchen You make a mention, a ticket'll make you go missing Don't do the sneak dissin' I'm startin' to think n***as wear panties You n***as some b*t*hes While you n***as run out of money My n***as gon' get it 'cause everyday government print it How you gon' get it? Just send me the addy my n***as will ship it A million, twenty's and fifty's and hundreds sittin' on the floor, look how I swim in it Don't wanna get popped, don't open your top You better move militant They talkin' about Covid, when I heard the news, I started sippin' the remedy If I gotta an opp and you say you my brother, then they better be your enemy I'm takin' them back to the bando way back when the n***a was breaking and enterin' Stay with the tree like a timberland Lady Gaga and that Kimberly Capital J, don't be snitching These n***as be snitching they actin' real It's time to move righteous, I'm movin' precisely I looked at my schedule, no time for no wifey Hit it like crap of the seal of three dicey Hit double tappin', you n***as gon' like it It's just lil a post, you n***as ain't pipin' Fittin' in the strap in the Cinnabon bite Baguettes in the cross I done iced out Christ I put it on God, I put it on life Three wheels pullin' out the parking lot, b*t*h And I'm looking like am riding on a goddam tricycle n***a ain't nothing to get popped, it's simple b*t*h, I'm settin' up shop in the middle I'm having credentials You a dud, I had to go shrimp 'em Breakin' buds, I had to go trim 'em I ain't wanna kill 'em so I dipped 'em, uh Mama, she said "Just lay in the bed if n***as ain't got no pots to p*ss in" Back in the day, I was having the Ac' Young n***as killing their kidneys off Driz Straight out the mud, then show 'em the wrist My diamonds hit, these b*t*hes flinch I put this sh*t on now I drip and I drench Finessing the bag like the Grinch
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