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letra de free ciggy - bad

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[hook 1]
ay,ay,ay
where the blizzy, 28 up on the skizzy
kick it at the cribby
sellin dope for a livin’ (okay)
through the city
yell “free-ciggy!”
i been on my grizzy
can i boast for a minute? (like)

feel like i be way to humble with this sh-t (ya)
1 into a hundo
now that bundle
gettin’ flipped (ya)
thinkin double
made my vision tunnel
with the sh-t (ya)

runnin like im forrest
through the jungle
from the taurus

good thing bubba
got the gumbo
with the shrimp (ya)
papa rollin with the gun he gotta limp (ya)

i been with the bros
on the coast
with the women (hold up)
goin’ ghost
can i boast
for a minute?!

[verse 1]
you know all my vatto-loko
shout the plug, this sh-t louder than my vocal
b-tch he outta town
you know we gon’ sell it local
homie i went global
i was trappin’ out that mobile

gotta qp in the trunk
im servin gas at the station
cutie at the pump
we gotta past, but she hatin’

man, that coochie got me stuck
and ya that -ss got me prayin
im like baby, i got ladies
in my draft that be waitin’ though

nah, that don’t mean sh-t to me
i can never let her go (like)
i got b-tches
out in italy and mexico (like)

always pretty, different city
on my test-ical (like)
20 miss calls
but i never text a hoe (like)

[hook 2]
where the blizzy, 28 up on the skizzy
kick it at the cribby
sellin dope for a livin’ (okay)
through the city
yell “free-ciggy!”
i been on my grizzy
can i boast for a minute? (like)

feel like i be way to humble with this sh-t (ya)
1 into a hundo
now that bundle
gettin’ flipped (ya)
thinkin double
made my vision tunnel
with the sh-t (ya)

runnin like i’m forrest
through the jungle
from the taurus

good thing bubba
got the gumbo with the shrimp (ya)
papa rollin with the gun he gotta limp (ya)

i been with the bros
on the coast
with the women (hold up)
goin’ ghost
can i boast
for a minute?!

[verse 2]
till its 500 horses
whip-rari
been through 500 pounds
chris farley

started f-ckin with the hoes
now i got like
ten-thotties
jumpin off the ropes
homie call me, jeff hardy (ay)

started with dims (ya)
shoutout to bob marley
we at the crib (ya)
you know issa block party

i gotta c-cked shotty
ha, get it c-cked-shawty!?
ya, i know she drinkin’ her milk
mama you got body

ya, i spent a
quarter a mill
whippin a drop rari
call up my shoota and order a k!ll
callin’ me john gotti

boy imma mobstah
oyster and lobstah (ya)
roll like a rasta
bowl with no pasta (ya)

[bridge]
ay yo can someone tell me
where the f-ck the blizzy at?

ya im with binky
im with hajji
we got ciggy back!

hit the city, im like homie
“where the biddies at?”
b-tch i turned that 100
to a 150 racks

[hook3]
ay, feel like i be way to humble with this sh-t (ya)
1 into a hundo
now that bundle
gettin’ flipped (ay)
thinkin double
made my vision tunnel
with the sh-t (ay)

runnin like im forrest
through the jungle
from the taurus (ya)

good thing bubba
got the gumbo
with the shrimp (ya)
papa rollin with the gun he gotta limp (ya)

i been with the bros
on the coast
with the women (ya)
goin’ ghost
can i boast
for a minute?!

[outro]
savage mode
i ain’t into braggin though
ragged-clothes
i still pull the baddest hoe

she want bags
i just wanna bag-a-hoe
poppin’ tags
i got homies who gon’ tag-a-toe

- bad

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