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letra de freestyle øne - cleo's trademark

[verse 1: cleo’s trademark]
i’m with the homies, we all triple zerø
could give a f-ck less ’bout a b-tch
it’s me, k, and p, yeah, we all gettin’ rich
your hoe was a server so i gave her tip
cookin up, gold platter, ex b-tch left me, sh-t don’t matter
b-tch built like kim k, no stature, i’ma come with a stick on these f-cking rappers
done being stuck in the past over some dumb sh-t
triple zerø, yeah we run sh-t, airtron how we dunk sh-t
buppy, no father, i slide to cali then i punch him
b-tch that i’m talkin’ to, she got the same name as my color eyes
got a big cake and some gorgeous eyes
but it’s f-ck all that sh-t up until i die
[verse 2: pseudodemonio]
see the demon in my eyes, think that we done, no we chillin’ outside
my n-ggas pull up, we know where you lie, yo momma out here prayin’ not to die
throw up like naruto, smokin’ that palm, i think i been here before
i do a show, 70 to go blow, chasin’ a b-tch, i go where the bag go
smoke on my pants know we reppin’ our streets, what up to colten, lil n-gga cc
run in that bank, grab that bank and repeat
always on my feat, not ratting for cheese

[verse 3: eyeamink]
man, it’s incredible, 250 grams up in this edible
like bsb ’cause you know we inseparable, we got n-ggas in the back with them glocks
we like to tote on them muhf-ckin’ knocks, f-ck around keep a beam to ya box
i had a b-tch in the back, she dismantlin’, yeah, dismantlin’ my c-ck
i bought a beam in the trap, put the lean in the back, got a red laser dot, it go zap
pull out a tool from the hat like the cat in the hat, f-ck around and try to meet your match
i got a grip on the game like a latch, passin’ yo hoe back in the forth like it’s catch
we pullin’ up to the game with the money and fame, all you flex is minimal cash

[verse 4: pseudodemonio]
i’m f-ckin’ monster, two tecs like a f-cking bomber
told danny rule please lock up his daughters
’cause you know if we gotta slide, we do it right
ain’t no p-ssy, do sh-t in daylight, half of my n-ggas are gone by the night
told a b-tch “it’s war, some of us have to die”
sometimes you stuck on this life, makin’ a better like makin’ a knife
tecs in our lap, it’s where we reside, been makin’ hits so i stay outta sight
wig splittin’ ’em, half off i’m pittin’ ’em, lyrics just just bitter than vinegar
runnin’ ’round through your perimeter, runnin’ trains just like tri-athalon
bringin’ up “flowers for algernon,” run yo girl just like a marathon
speakin’ that english, no babylon

- cleos trademark

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