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letra de free the homies - dusethajoynt

[intro:dusethajoynt]
(too raw)
free the homies fighting life free my boy they gave him a ten

[chorus: dusethajoynt]
free the homies fighting life, free my boy they gave him a ten
you can ask the homies around, we all got stick
when i’m in the field, don’t think about it just do my sh-t
catch a attitude i go shopping then pour yall rent
i’m a joint i could pay for your life
i got bad habits pouring different colours in my sprite
take a rap n-gga kid, stop playing with my hype
it’s a lotta guns doing all that playing won’t be wise

[verse 1]
really chp fleeing cut the lights
i’m not ryu street fightin i got bl!ck right on the side
her baby daddy broke you fresh out and still doing spice
i pocked up buddha off the dresser it looked nice
rapper n-gga flexing 5 bands at (?) petty too
i get weird blitz a rap n-gga ,while we in the stu
just charge it to the gang everything gon be cool
n-ggas broke still in this b-tch purse that ain’t cool
fresh out the field new loaf i got another one
b-tch my name duse don’t call me by my government
i’m out the joint by at 2am f-ck the other sh-t
when we passed, i got jan sport stuffed and tuck it in
i see some 2’4 then i’m tucking it
creeping though your master dome don’t mind me i’m just coming in
of course he bacc biting to the b-tch i been knew the deal
i’m not a rapper but i am i don’t know what it is
tellin me to rap but i’m a street n-gga first
back back, i got strap on me please don’t get hurt
mixed the mike amiri with supreme kicks fly shirt
i been poured all week no sleep my eyes hurt
(you n-ggas tellin me to rap but i’m a street n-gga first
back bacc, i got strap on me please don’t get hurt
mixed the mike amiri with supreme kicks fly shirt
i been poured all week no sleep my eyes hurt)

[verse 2:28shots]
(aye)
i said i took a n-gga kid ,now they talking like they scared for me
money on my head so i’m popping n-ggas for staring funny
catch a n-gga who sent it ,clap it out like a ceremony
n-ggas play with me ,so i’ll be d-mned if i spare something
he hit the b-tch up he told her that he on me (huh)
i kicked the door in popped all his homies(huh)
say you my bro but he been moving real phony
these n-ggas gay they be hating at they homies (huh)
but that’s enough about that fake sh-t i’m too thorough
and i’m the same n-gga up’d the glock up on who ever
tried to slay me popped they own homie do better
how you get stuck up in that beef? you ain’t get no cheddar
i popped a n-gga up aint changed clothes or switched sweaters
he dropped shots for the b-tch let the dudes sweat her
n-ggas (?) but i got no manners
i sent the b-tch down you picked her up like l’7

- dusethajoynt

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