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letra de c1 hb freestyle - season 2 - c1

i got bad bs tryna be with me and skid
its kinda long
these opps are sh-t they slap off and the corn goes past my dons
jump out and wave my wand this 44 corn is f-cking strong
if you ain’t what you say you’re on then you can’t be my don
then you can’t be my guy
we had 2 waps up in the ride tryna slide anywhere them opps are alive
that’s mostly after the n—-
we do all our bootings right
2 men already done jump out and see 2 man run for their life
how can a man tell me ‘bout rides?
this one here wants louie gucci, versace the whole lot
this onе here want rum and henny, shе don’t know ‘bout ciroq
bad b’s give top same way we got opp thots giving out drops
and i don’t even know ‘bout gliding when i get nicked im a average don
they want c1 doing up city, but me im tryna lurk on blocks
i was on a wing with m’s
still got p-ssed when my door got locked
how can a man not die when we shoot from close and far you think he’s gone
original hillside member you don’t wanna see man blade this don
ma said he can shoot, but i can do that too
riding round on votts
go ask them man they know the truth
don’t lie in booths im a criminal who’s smooth
don’t feed them badders pasta they can’t even touch my zoots
prt 2
anywhere i been on the pitch i been them sides with shanks and sticks
fill up the dings im gliding and this time i ain’t calling skid (yeah)
still gotta glide cah i can’t see nothing in — i must be l!cked
if im with skid its ments
you don’t wanna see me with slim
foot down or rev, either way im jumping off with this ching
you don’t know what this one does and how many times has that one spin
baby girl, come shake it well
you can do the maddest arches and things
[?] when i smashed his tints
and i still got — in my rizz
i can walk with the fl!ck shank cheeks
or i can step with the black blade ramz
me and you ain’t the same, i’m lt, big boy plans
the mandem went round there on violence
tables turned, things went wrong
you don’t know nothing bout waving wands
you still can’t ride for your don
comfy on my jack like branning
why’s this mash not banging?
anywhere we glide with waps, way before we got shot with cannons
load up that wagon, i ain’t on chatting, gangs on splashings
he got wacked no capping suttin got got for the way they were acting
why’s my neck not frozen?
i been tryna smoke n—s and poke ‘em
he got got in slow motion
put them clues together and solve it
certain man i can’t roll with
and that’s just them
load that ped and slap that ten, i’m tired of all of these f-cking gems (low it)

- c1

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