Corrección Letra Ah Haa “Freestyle” par Rowdy Rebel

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Letra

Ayo, man, this sh*t right here fiction, man
Everything I'm saying is all fiction (This sh*t all cap)
Don't believe nothin' I'm saying
Grr-aow, baow, baow
Y'all n***as lucky I ain't gon' pop out, for real, man, y'all (Grrrt)
Ayy, man, free Quento, free Scrap, free all the guys, man (Bop, bop)
Ayy, man, free A-Rod, free Rasha (Yo, YBH)
Yeah, ah-ha

I ain't postin' on no pictures of my bro T-Dot (Huh?)
'Til a body drop, we'll spin, go get your G-lock (Rrrah, get it)
I told n***as when I came home, I was gon' re-route
But I'm back up in this b*t*h tryna see what this sh*t 'bout (Ayy, what it is? Ah-ha)
I told n***as, if they bend our block then bend it back (Come here)
If them n***as send some shots our way then send it back (Ayy, come here)
If they free Quento and Scrap then it's a Reynolds wrap
We gon' have to get some brand nеw sticks and get our rentals wrapped (Ah-ha)

Wе don't type on internets (At all)
B*t*h, we ain't into that (How?)
Shot a couple, took a few, that beef was the end of that (Boom, baow)
One phone call to the wrong thot, got your partner whacked (They got your partner whacked)
Heard they got my address online but we on top of that (Come on)
Bobbin' with my sneaky link (My sneak link)
Like, hold my pinky ring (Hold my pinky ring)
Clutchin' on my glizzy inside this club, I don't know what they think (I don't know what they think)
Monte on my side and he gon' blow it if my left eye wink (Look at my eye)
Do or die, b*t*h, we from the nine, this [ain't the best, I think?] (Bow, baow, baow)
Ah-ha, hit him with that drum, knock off his biscuit, this sh*t Popeyes (Popeyes)
Hit him in his figi 'cause my n***as don't do māthās (We don't do māthās)
Opp pack sticky, got me feeling mellow like we lala
Tell your homie, "Bye-bye," ah-ha
I ain't postin' on no pictures of my bro T-Dot (Come on, huh?)
'Til a body drop, we'll spin, go get your G-lock (Rrrah, get it)
I told n***as when I came home, I was gon' re-route
But I'm back up in this b*t*h tryna see what this sh*t 'bout (Ayy, what it is? Ah-ha)
I told n***as, if they bend our block then bend it back (Come here)
If them n***as send some shots our way then send it back (Ayy, come here)
If they free Quento and Scrap then it's a Reynolds wrap
We gon' have to get some brand new sticks and get our rentals wrapped
Ah-ha

Grrr, know I pop off, man, Cartier drippin', cup while he sippin', b*t*h (Mm-hmm)
You know, free all the guys, free the nine, b*t*h (Mm-hmm)
You know that, "Grrr-aow"
You know what I'm sayin' (Grr-aow)
Expensive sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Freedom is a must, n***a (Freedom is a must)
Real sh*t, free Quento
Real sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'? Gang, n***a
Let me get it at nine, at nine, with a now, grrr (Yeah)
Baow, that's Mr. Thirty-Two, mister Pop-out, himself (Free Quento)
That's Mr. Clips

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