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letra de free$tyle - cali yungin

brian on the phone “gotta say f-ck em man”

hook
gonna hit a l!ck, got a .40 in my pants, going on a rant, we got guns in the trap i’m the man. we got guns like the army. got a glock, .45. we trippin off the molly, swear to god we got b-tches and they trickin off the xans, yeah she dancing on the d-ck like i was just her man. f-ck a case, f-ck a race, i just got up and i ran. i’m tryna be the biggest but they don’t understand

verse
i got a f-ckin homie and his name is brian, every single time he come around they be lying, he just on the come up and thеse b-tches be crying, namе so big it might cause a riot. yea, they wanna k!ll me but i got the meds, f-ck all the money all i need is my bed, we goin 2022 not 2017, hop up on the scene, yea we gotta keep it clean so the feds don’t find sh-t, yea we f-ck it up. runnin around yea we on the same note, every single rhyme that i spit its on a steep slope. yeah its time to go. every single gun that i tote, there’s a reason why i keep a macc, then i blow these, these f-ggots tryna rap cuz they just tryna show, they’re rhymes all slow and they music just blow. gotta run around yea i gotta get my f-ck’n dough. so they can get all these b-tches and blow? so they can smoke all my weed and then show? yea i told him pull up he a no show b-tch

- cali yungin

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