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letra de i like freestyle - cash kidd

[freestyle]
b-tch d-mn near sucked her way to my heart
sike naw what heart? b-tch i’m marc
telescope on the chop don’t get shot from afar
scope on me now don’t get shot by a star
flash on a forty, catch a opp in the dark
we gon’ slide like a park, don’t get popped like a tart, aye
hey, know her sh-t was weak as h-ll
big drac will make you eat a sh-ll
riding with that big b-tch i should be a elf
ass soft, p-ssy fresh, never leave a smell
crazy how it’s so sloppy but she neat as h-ll
this ain’t hansel and gretel she don’t leave a trail
all i know is she cold with the spit bubbles
all i know when she done it’s a d-ck puddle
i don’t cuff ima pass to my big brother
when he done he gon’ pass to the little brother
i’ve been punching and sliding like chris tucker
glock gotta stench in like rapunzel
5674 n-ggas clique jumping
5674 n-ggas d-ck sucking
aye, but they missed the bus already
i ain’t tryna f-ck b-tch i bust already
i ain’t for his face like he mugshot ready
tryna bust dog cherry ‘cause he ducked already
she said, “why you want some head if you up already?”
same reason i want bread and i’m up already
we was tryna get your chain it was tucked already
can’t get my heart broke don’t give a f-ck already, look
2 k on a coat wear that b-tch once
catch a net in this b-tch like swim trunks
you can f-ck all my hoes n-gga pick one
just don’t cuff ‘em ‘cause i need my d-ck sucked
get caught n-ggas can’t keep they l!cks up
get to singing on them trips like chipmunks
get it ‘cause it’s three i said trips that was sl!ck huh?
hit it with a three said it’s time to get lit huh
now she wanna, ‘cause i’m finally rich huh
think she found her a l!ck huh
aye, was lit still lit
n-gga one call they k!ll sh-t
lil fit, lil drip man that’s chill sh-t
all this water on me jack and jill sh-t
my n-ggas don’t play about me not a lil bit
real sh-t whole hood behind me on a mill tick
yeah you know kidd packing like a field trip
got the hammer with the ladder like i build sh-t
ain’t gon’ lie you be rapping ‘bout some real sh-t
really you a lame ass n-gga and a real b-tch
aye, aye, and yo’ hoe real thick
i just want the neck, want her out, she got a lil stench
yo’ lil h-rny ass still hit boy you real sick
pulled up, foreign we all got at least a ten strip
paper plates everywhere like the grill lit
doing theft, getting giffies i’m the real grinch

- cash kidd

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