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letra de drop so craze - freshito

this sh-t drop so craze
i-80 baby , purple got me hazy
my eyes lookin asian
f-cked yo lady now she think we dating
roll for my n-gg-s mercedes
to the gravey , know that i got em like trayvee
imma boss you just a trainee
team so wavy , might as well call us the navy
whippin a whip like a baby , in the trap slaving
chains they on they clanging
ice ice skating , chest on froze that sh-t glaciated
i’m not playing , but the game know it’s mine for the taking
stackin up green like i’m raking
til my money so tall it bust through heaven bas-m-nt
don’t drink so these hoes know i can’t chase em
tallie on a beat , young fresh wit the cadence
vans on my feet cuz a n-gg- road racing
couple n-gg-s changed on me like stations
but i stayed loyal tho
cream in her cookie no oreo
i’m playing pull out perfecto
hussein cuz a n-gg- finna blow
and i’m prolly wit yo b-tch on the low
her brain r-t-rded , she slow
i’m slow when i see 5-0
ask me sh-t i don’t know
who did it , f-ck the law , physics
higher than olympus
old b-tch same phone but who is dis?
f-ck her then good riddance
glued to the grind , i just need my cut like scissors
ballin like the wizards
stay wit pot like chefs
i’m flipping sh-t just call me jeff
like i’m hef got hoes til death
don’t hate the player , hate the ref
like i’m hef got hoes til death
i’m flipping sh-t just call me jeff
stay wit the pot just like a chef
hit the wood and that b-tch hit me in my chest
got myself right so it’s f-ck who left
these n-gg-s under me just like arrest
free my n-gg-s til they breathe fresh air
please tell yo b-tch it ain’t nice to stare
you know me , smoke anywhere
roll up everywhere , wheelchair
got this sh-t locked , weezys hair
fresh-to frio frigidaire
and this ain’t got no hook
n-gg-s be talking that gobbledygook
said that for the sh-ts and the giggles
in the trap talkin sh-t wit my n-gg-s (uh)
going through drop song withdrawals
don’t drink pop , less it’s drop in my styrofoam , these bars h-ttin call them hoes xylophones , os for the low i ain’t never got no caps on
this sh-t drop so crazy , doin a buck flying on 280
my eyes lookin asian , i’m so high i don’t know what i’m saying
imma boss and yo -ss a trainee
my b-tch real bad , yours a tranny
need cash , that’s on my mammy
got jammed , and you sang want a grammy

me and yo b-tch got this lil understanding

she know i only love my family

yo pockets real flat like stanley

talk my sh-t so these n-gg-s can’t stand me

- freshito

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