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letra de cm freestyle - 9800 caspeer

[intro 1]
gang gang!
aye look, full passion that mo’ f-ckin tho (aye look, full passion that mo’ f-ckin show gang gang, aye aye)
we finna charge some sh-t n-gga hol up
hold up let this sh-t play out real quick
(coughing noises)
n-ggas been slippin on the gang, man (shut yo b-tch ass up)
these n-ggas hoes, cuh

[verse 1]
aye, aye!
n-gga buck up, aye, and shut the f-ck up
and i remember bein broke but now i bust up
buck up, aye, and shut the f-ck up
before i really hit yo b-tch with this d-ck
buck up, aye, and shut the f-ck up
and i remember bein broke but now i bust up
buck up, aye, and shut the f-ck up
before i really hit yo b-tch with this d-ck
bust up

[intro 2]
(beat switch)
yeahhhh!
that’s that pg117 sh-t b-tch, hahahaha!
yeah hold up let me, let this b-tch cool down for a minute
aye loc pass the f-ckin dope n-gga aye, look (on gang baby!)
[verse 2]
man cash rules everything around me, wu-tang
you claimin yo b-tch faithful but she blew me
you too late, the b-tch is screamin “yeah!” like the kool-aid
n-ggas steady trippin ’bout b-tches, tell yo boo behave
big chains, like the slaves in the old days
big k’s, skinny n-gga slidin with letters man
big aim, look through the fork and it’s a done game
goofy think he fly with his hollister it’s a d-mn shame
no love, finna get high before i f-ck sl-ts
all guts, back shots while i bust nuts
hol up, she a mom but she slurps up
goofy talkin thug life sh-t i hope he can back it up
stop that talkin on my song you need to get with me
gang gang, really notorious just like we knew biggy
f-ck this b-tch on i’m finna go ahead and hit this sh-t
drake still askin for kiki but that b-tch suckin d-cky
scottie too hotty keep a shotty he scopin out bodies
poppin and clockin, catch a homi’ and then we laugh about it
try not to lack, totin lazers, we shootin panasonics
been around it, all my n-ggas goonies and there’s no way around it
big bands, gta 5, i gotta beat franklin
chase frankies, hate baseball but i support the yankees
look shaky, hit him with bacon we strippin cheese n-gga
bake sellin, offer em up just to my church, left em
[verse 3]
(beat switch)
piped up, hit her from the back she got a fat ass
she said babe you goin deep i can’t take that
all bad, beatin up the coochie like a punch bag
thick b-tch runnin from this d-ck havin flash backs
big wood, soofin on this weed got my mind good
big ass .40 on my hip i feel like big foot
skinny ass n-gga but yo b-tch said my d-ck good
you said your girl loyal, she pipin on a n-gga wood

[outro]
hey wait, hold on!
all i gotta say is pg117 b-tch
you don’t like me, oh well
tell yo b-tch to stop likin me n-gga

- 9800 caspeer

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