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letra de tim westwood freestyle - desiigner

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[verse 1]
my n-ggas be mobbin’ all day
50 shots in the k, i let it spray
get tackled by bullets you get in my way
my life is a game so i’m ready to play
i’m sellin’ that k-mba, you sniffin’ that yay
f-ck what you say ’cause a n-gga get shot
totin’ that glock and a n-gga get popped
now a few ops, they be snitchin’ to cops
think i’m a baby, but no i ain’t jody
pick up that .40, put hole in your moly
the way i got two phones you think that i’m kobe
smokin’ on dope, you call zack and that cody
if you got problems, i call up my broski
f-ck her so good and your p-ssy get swole
bullets hit you and they damage your soul
this is what happen, you tell what you told
rippin’ that white like a slave on the stove
k!llin’ that b-tch booty, now she dead-ss
hundreds and thousands, i make in that cash
smokin’ on scope and i call it that blast
she give me brain and i’m thinkin’ too fast
hannibal lector, i put on that mask
i’m whippin’ the jag, grippin’ the mac
and if you run, a whole clip in your -ss
a b-tch suck the d-ck while she doin’ the dishes
she got a small mouth the way she be lippin’
the mack, got your boo, scottie breathin’, be pippen
the beeper chirp, that’s not an upper ignition
a n-gga said you dodgin’ me, is you kiddin’?
choppa go kuna matata, put two in your noggin’
and n-gga say he gonna stop me
n-gga [?], stackin’, i’m prolly gettin’ hard like [?]
i just be k!llin’ sh-t
hey, hey, hey

[verse 2]
i’ve been grindin’, man, that’s day to day
four, five p-ss, crash the wraith
you be talkin’ sh-t, i p-ss the bank
i be laughin’ while i’m rollin’ 6’s
dead man, come roll and get me
dead man, come roll and get me
zombie walkin’ ’til i get it on me
moon walkin’, seein’ moon people
i be chillin’ with the druze people
smokin’ jew kids, jewish people
you be talkin’ bout the news people
you be snitchin’ on me, tellin’ on me
i got n-ggas puttin’ weapons on me
tell the preacher come and preach with me
four, five, tell ’em squeeze with me
you be talkin’ cold lean with me
codeine, got lean with me
codeine, got beams with me
whole team got beams with me
smokin’ an eighth, put an eighth on it
f-ck yo b-tch put her face on it
she be suckin’ ’til she taste on it
i be like all make on it
hey, hey, bank on it
yeah, yeah!
i don’t know what i’ma do today
c-ck back, then i shoot the k
you be talkin’ sh-t like you the jakes
dead, dead, n-gga come and get me
rollin’, six n-ggas come with me
aye, got that new beamer
aye, got that new beamer
da-da-da-da-da-da new beamer
hey, talkin’ two hitters
i be ridin’ round havin’ like two hitters
hey, get the new beamer
talkin’ bout he whippin’ up the new beamer
you ain’t got sh-t, no [?]
you be talkin’ money…
hey, like that new beamer
da-da-da-da-da-da new beamer
aye, got that new beamer
[?], the two hitters

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