letra de blessed freestyle - dreezy
[intro]
i keep eating b-tches, my vibrations prolly low as h-ll
yea, aye
(verse)
he got all these lil’ b-tches
but the biggest one is dreez (uh-huh)
turn a 6 ft n-gga to 3 the way i put him on his knees (get down)
way before i knew my alphabet, i knew i was a g (been that)
book a round trip for yo uber
top me, then you gotta leave
the crazy part, these n-ggas love it when i’m mean
the only thing that’s wafi bout me is my jeweler, make me freeze (wassup wafi)
bundles long, check (chеck)
put that sh-t on, check (check)
just like a dating show, you twеak then i’m on to the next (next)
i f-ck up any beat
ain’t twins you just my mini me
my foot on b-tches neck, right next to them nappy bead-a-beads
my appetite like saweetie be
i’m the top dog but ain’t tde
ain’t talkin’ bout the candy but these sour hoes be really sweet (yo’ p-ssy ass)
now i’m in mia
just came from atl
i keep eating b-tches, my vibrations prolly low as h-ll
i know that i’m blessed
but when they go low, i go straight to h-ll
passing me the blunt the only time you see me take a l
like really tho, this pucci on me emilio
i looked so good in the pics, had to get the sh-t on the video (in real life)
nickname should be billy goat
when i start throwing shots, call it my kenny flow
rappers out here talking all that sh-t till i’m in they city tho’
b-tches really be obsessed wit’ me
they fake unbothered ass
yo’ life just like a run on sentence, i’m like “where yo’ commas at?”
the flyest, i just had to ask the pilot he like “roger that”
in l.a putting blues on b-tches head, just like a dodger hat
you ain’t been on sh-t so long that i thought all my opps died
running sh-t, they tryna keep up, i know all my opps tired
on fake pages coming at me bout a n-gga that’s not mine
you know i ain’t hard to find, look b-tch i’m always outside
out here talking all that rah-rah, then you know it’s on sight
my lil’ shorty nickname popeye, he blow smoke out them pipes
i can’t even beef wit’ rappers cus i know sis don’t write
you ain’t standing on that sh-t you rap, then don’t risk yo’ life
yellow diamonds wrapped around my neck, look like a sunset
pushed that n-gga head down in my lap if i ain’t cum yet
i’m the naked truth, hop in the booth, and i get undressed
i just asked why i’m so blessed and god say he ain’t done yet
[outro]
big m-th-f-ckin’ dreez
this sh-t is too easy like let’s be f-cking for real
glorilla this sh-t too hard
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