Correction Paroles Red Light Freestyle par BlocBoy JB

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All these carrots in my ear, and you can’t hold it on
I feel like the temptation, poppa was a rolling stone
Thuggin’ in my DNA, b*t*h come check my chromosomes
Throw so many shots up in the car forget the song is on
I be in the trap, so many traps you’d think I’m Home Alone
Walk up in my trap, so many straps I went to war alone
I be on the block, I walk the block I feel like Karl Malone
Walk down with the Glock, it let out shots I left my car at home
Murder what she wrote, nobody knew is was gone be this way
Chips up on his head, I had to bag him call it Frito Lay
If a n***a go against the block, ay it’s gone be a day
Act a hunnid, shot him through the fence call him the Bill Gatеs

Since young n***a I always stay sharper than a razor
Two heats on mе, help me boost you up just like some cables
Two b*t*hes named Rachel, one b*t*h her name Ashley
I just f**ked her friend up in the Benz and now she mad at me
AK-47 out the window, I shoot rapidly
b*t*h we living lavishly
These bodies they distracting me
Before I took a trip to MIA, make sure I had the Heat
I’m ‘bout it and I live without a lemon like I’m Master P
This ain’t the “a lemon squeeze“
Try to rob me?  n***a please
We gone close your trap down like Corona did to Chuck E Cheese
Took a gun and went down to Milwaukee, it’s a Buck in me
She say I’m a dog, she gotta watch me
Ain’t no pup in me
We might move like puppet trees
Take hoes to the DoubleTree
Memphis n***a with so much free bands I feel like I’m double-D
These n***as ain’t trapping, they ain’t never seen a quarter key
And you might find somebody to shoot somebody
They don’t wanna do it more than me

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