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letra de friday fire cypher - sway's universe - fashawn

[verse 1: fashawn]
yo, friends come and they go, so
i hit and left, chick on the steps
didn’t expect, givin’ me neck
flippin’ my [?] to death
grip it and rip it to shreds
gritty and i’m gettin’ this bread
n-ggas is…

[intermission: fashawn and sway]
hold up, let the b-tch breathe
take your time
ok, uh, yo, uh

[verse 2:fashawn]
yo i’m young f, dumb fresh
three chains, one chest
aka unimpressed
n-gga, i’m from the f
that’s f-r-e-s
n-o professional
it’s all love, n-gga, x and o
might just pop a x and go
yeah, i’m from ca n-gga all day
catch me in a hallway with an ak
all day, uh
always, got entrees, uh
so i’m serving like a waiter, uh
y’all n-ggas is haters
[verse 3: ben g, fashawn, both]
it’s go time
some more rhymes (okay)
since ’09 (’09)
i been gettin it (uh)
from my first mixtape with green lantern all out to kush packs
that’s the motherf-ck about ben g, i don’t push back
yeah shade 45 this is a ransom
sway call kanye, i got the answer
ben g, i’m back in this b-tch
my attitude, backpackin’ this b-tch (ah!)
full of packs in this b-tch
i do not act in this b-tch
do not give me a oscar
b-tch we are poppin’
the last one i pulled out the bag, this one is coming off the top
i came off the block, cause them cops is too hot

[verse 4: fashawn]
hot, yuck, n-ggas hit ’em f-ckin’ shots
like ya,ya,ya n-ggas know that’s me
uh, fresh off the f, can’t test me, yeah
matter of fact, don’t call the cops, n-gga arrest me!
young f-a-s-h-a-w-n
you n-ggas got no idea how much motherf-ckin’ trouble you in
and that’s me n-gga,that’s g n-gga
that’s freestyle, no written man, that’s free n-gga
you gotta pay for it, it ain’t free n-gga
word, word to my n-ggas in the o-a-k-l-a-n-d
fresno, la all the way to the motherf-ckin’ fz, what’s up
ca in your area, uh , bout to cause hysteria, uh
sick as malaria, and what up!
[verse 5: ben g]
i’m not a mainstream rapper
i ain’t hollywood and i can’t be an actor
where the traffickers, trappers
all you rapper straight ass and you backwards
i can’t hold back laughter, you mix-eyed master, nothing comes after
i’m a crazy ass b-st-rd, paint it from the bottom of the ladder
they say i don’t look the part but i’m coming from the heart
ain’t that what you call art? went hard from the start
i walk around my city, no security is with me ain’t n0body pulled my card
n0body will, everybody chill, everybody know the deal, we real
and the flow ‘sycho, but i ain’t got mental patients keep sayin’ i’m ill

- fashawn

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