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letra de cancer (my alibi) - freshito

pop out fresh as f-ck i take yo hoe and that’s on sight
n-gg-s h-t my phone you got the strong well sh-t i might
main b-tch hit my line , my side b-tch wylin hit decline my b-tch text where you at and why , getting money my alibi
take a chicken to the strippers , throw it up and watch it fly
you say i ain’t the best , i say at worst the sh-ts a tie
gang nem keep that stick wit them like they lips super dry , hit the stand ain’t gotta lie getting money my alibi

beat the beat up like a mosh pit , check the c-ckpit i’m so high
n-gg-s b-mmy call em ostrich cuz i never seen em fly
catch me sipping on this oil , stacking riches i’m dubai
b-tch said she want this forever had to tell that heffer bye
i ain’t tryna make you wife i don’t know what the f-ck you thought
all this gas up in my lungs sh-t i could prolly run a car
brought a blunt wit me to the function bro brought toolie we both gone spark
plenty of fish in the sea but yo b-tch see me and peep that i’m a shark
jewelry shine in the dark
like what i see add to cart
cashing out i don’t need no card
i’m blowing woods you smoke outlars
no movie but yo b-tch play her part
she wit me now she swear she a star
that’s our b-tch the y silent in your
give her back when i go on tour

pop out wit a pack can’t mask the smell no point to try
tell these sl-ts i’m tryna f-ck , i ain’t tryna wine or dine
catch me rolling up a backwood wit a swisher stuffed inside
why the f-ck is you so high getting blunted my alibi

i was somewhere rolling gas in a leaf , i’m twisting up flowers ain’t talking rock lee , give me any beat you know imma eat , you want a plate , i wanna feast you n-gg-s ain’t nothing to me , imma god to this sh-t , beerus and whis
yo dream b-tch f-cking me til she asleep , wake up and repeat i count dollars not sheep

see me getting money yo dream b-tch want spend the night
will i kick her out the chance way stronger than a might
main b-tch hit my line , this new b-tch wylin hit decline my b-tch text where you at and why , getting money my alibi

touchdown in a sp-ce ship like et gave me a ride
even when i’m dolo got my n-gg-s by my side , i been counting money so much the sh-t start to hurt my eyes , i can’t even close them hoes cuz i just see more dollar signs

f-ck wit us get beat up like that dancing n-gg-
lskii hit me told me k!ll this family n-gg-
hit him back and told him it’s charles mansoned n-gg-
hoes want w-ssup in my bag like santa n-gg-

my team on top like antlers n-gg-

prancing on this beat like dancers n-gg-

ain’t no question i’m the answer n-gg-

sicker than the flu i call this cancer n-gg-

- freshito

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