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letra de free my crowd - babychiefdoit

[intro]
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)

[verse]
you put your all into that b-tch, she callin’ my phone like, “n-gga, i miss you” (slatt)
slatt business what i’m on, soon as he sneeze, pass me that tissue (wipe his nose)
b-tches and bops, these hoes is hot, you know d-mn well that i can’t kiss you
f-ck tryna tussle, your ass gettin’ shot, you know d-mn well that i’m too little (baow, baow, baow, baow)
we fall out, better pick your side before i get to blowin’ at the monkey in the middle
he get caught fl!ckin’ up with the opps, then his ass gettin’ cropped right out of the picture
pour that line, i don’t do liquor, can’t you tell that l’m that n-gga? (baow)
any n-gga come around frеsher than me gettin’ robbеd, send his ass right back to the trenches
if you f-ckin’ with them, stop f-ckin’ with me, that’s just how this sh-t go (uh-huh)
tap that b-tton and (grraow, grraow), n-gga, that’s just how this b-tch blow
any n-gga come around me on some big sh-t, gotta go home or get sent to the store
she tryna facetime me, but it ain’t ’bout cheese, b-tch, i don’t wanna talk no more (decline)
send me his lo’ ‘fore your ass get smoked, lil’ b-tch, knock-knock, we on that door (baow)
soon as he walk out, he gettin’ walked down, n-ggas better not open up that door (grraow)
why have one ho? you could have two
why have two hoes? you could have four
why have four hoes? you could have six
and why have six when you could have more?
put that pape’ on a b-tch n-gga head, if you want him dead, we collect those bounties (cha-ching)
hangin’ out the window with some fast sh-t, car so quick, d-mn near flew out it (skrrt)
they say rambo that and rambo this, f-ck up, you don’t know sh-t ’bout me (uh-uh)
hoes ain’t want me then, but they want me now ’cause they know that the sauce man clouted
sauce man got the young hoes drownin’, xans and drink got a young n-gga snorin’
i be sleepin’, i be yawnin’, y’all could catch me in the mornin’
this b-tch suck me up for hours, i ain’t gon’ lie, this sh-t gettin’ borin’ (uh-uh)
said i was done with drink, i ain’t want no more, but lil moe keep on pourin’ (pour me up, pour me up)
i know a few n-ggas that told (uh-uh)
i don’t think they know what we know (gang, gang)
gang sh-t, that’s what we on (slatt)
all the opp hoes get peed on (what?)
she said, “let me meet your mama,” l’m sorry, baby, i don’t take freaks home (what? what? what?)
we slappin’ b-ttons on all our glocks, we bouncin’ out with cheat codes

- babychiefdoit

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