letra de freestyle pt3 - kappin hg
[chorus]
young n-gga, imma real deal slime
you already know, im up in my prime
not snitchin, you better do yo time
k!ll his ass, wit this motherf-ckin rhyme
u know i’m finna step with that iron
chasin the fame, i’m chasin whts mine
gettin to the bag and i cannot fumble
biggest slime, i gotta be humble
rappin sh-t, it came in a bundle
not hoopin, we makin em stumble
michael jordan, no triple double
all that talkin gone get him in trouble
(verse 1)
now im finna get turnt
p-ssy boy, u finna get burnt
leave his ass real motherf-ckin hurt
put his ass right up in the dirt
leave his ass right up on a shirt
hop in the whip and we skirt
me and my n-ggas, we lurk
we finna go to work
we doin a search
we steady poppin them perks
yeah
i’m chasin the bag, i’m chasin the money
all tht talkin, u thinkin it’s funny
u ain’t slime, u really a dummy
wrap him up jus like he a mummy
hol on wait lemme get in my duffy
pros and cons, you better go study
leave the scene real muf-ckin bl–dy
hit his ass wit this k
p-ssy boy, send shots to his face
hit his ass right up where he lay
dummy n-gga he know he not safe
u already know, we don’t motherf-ckin play
send shots wherever he stay
p-ssy boy, his time is today
stick to the code, the real slime way
(chorus)
young n-gga, imma real deal slime
you already know, im up in my prime
not snitchin, you better do yo time
k!ll his ass, wit this motherf-ckin rhyme
u know i’m finna step with that iron
chasin the fame, i’m chasin whts mine
gettin to the bag and i cannot fumble
biggest slime, i gotta be humble
rappin sh-t, it came in a bundle
not hoopin, we makin em stumble
michael jordan, no triple double
all that talkin gone get him in trouble
(verse 2)
hit his ass with about four
p-ssy boy, we uppin the score
knock ‘em down leave his ass on the floor
u already know, we kickin his door
slime n-gga, we fiendin for more
u n-ggas lames, u n-ggas some hoes
but that p-ssy boy think he hard
uppin this gun
clutching the mac, it shoot far
he think this sh-t fun
whippin this car
we gone make that b-tch run
leave his ass wit scars
how many shots say none
we some stars
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