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letra de goin in - freck billionaire

[verse 1: freck billionaire]

street fam freck, b-tches want their memberships
i hit the first night, and then i can’t remember sh-t
oh yeah, except for that i crushed her friend
i blow a hundred stacks quicker than a gust of wind
been on the back streets way before nick carter
i use the armor hammer just to make the brick harder
you see, i can get you drugs galore
my name alone got pull like tug of war
talking more pull than tow away
i get your block sprayed up with the throw away
got plenty cash to blow away
that’s why they see me on them boats like a stowaway
any club i come to, b-tch, i bring g’s
i stay peeling on them hoes, like string cheese
new tourbillion looking real fancy
i just wear it to let the haters and the fans see
ask a. rod he a tell you who the top paid
i can’t drive it in the rain, the top suede
i still got an open bounty
i say oc, i don’t mean ocean county
occis x you know i get them sanex in
west philly get you peeled like banana skin
i throw my man a hand sign like he deaf-mute
i bet he won’t even blink, he a just shoot
two or three weeks later they a find the body
so i ride with two k’s like kamikaze
and i ain’t scared to let the rifle bang
b-tch, i let it bang like rival gangs
don’t get it twisted, nah, i don’t wear a flag
but disrespect me and your toe will wear a tag
i’m a cbl street family dude
got the clips loaded, b-tch, bring the family feud

y’all know who it is, n-gga
mr. fresher than the prince, n-gga
i was rocking that gucci when y’all was rockin that guess sh-t, n-gga
i been doin this, n-gga, c’mon

[verse 2: freck billionaire]
look, look, ey look
nowadays see i’m careful when i but weight
they got the cameras on my team like spygate
eleven rings like bill russell
the top question: freck, why do you still hustle?
first i say, i let you count the sheet, n-gga
then i tell em, all this gucci ain’t cheap, n-gga
just ‘cause you probably seen me on the youtube
don’t get it twisted, i’m nothing like you dudes
i will have the car circling
thirty shots ‘ll smoke you like turkey wings
for every one shot, it’ll leave two holes
you have a tag on your toe like new clothes
a street fam boy strapped like straitjackets
see something that they like and just straight jack it
so either way you in a lose-lose
six pallbearers, a bunch of boo-hoo’s
got the young hustlers rushing like klitschko
west philly, you know i got them bricks low
and when i say the low’s i don’t mean the telly
i keep that louis on my back, but my name ain’t nelly

- freck billionaire

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