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letra de hb freestyle - tpl

[intro: joey clipstar]
sh-t
joey clipstar, hb freestyle
now today we got my tpl guys in the building ready to shut it down
and i don’t do the talking ting, we let the music do that
so enough of me, let’s get into it
ay yo sv, this one’s naughty still
ay yo sv, this one’s naughty still

[verse 1: o’mizz]
blacked out like half my friends
now the jakes all over the ends
these bells come big and chunky
bruck that 12 now let’s get dumpy
plus i spill like blueberry slushie
if he runs off then back that rusty
free corn for you and your crew
free two time, whip it up like stew

[verse 2: jojo]
free two time, whip it up like porridge
hulk smash, two boxеs of green and i see full profits
said they want beef with the gang, come talk it
trеnch coat when i step with a rocket
league on my own, n0body can top it
this bad b said she wanna top it
buss in her mouth and i come [?] dropping
[verse 3: o’mizz]
lurk, lurk, who’s that yute in a black tracksuit?
hop out of this merc
bullets spray, put him in a he-rs-
free lb, gotta hold that bird
he didn’t get stopped by fed
more time i forgot what i had in my pocket
if he gets close then pop it, pop it
verbal, stop it, shotgun chop it

[verse 4: jojo]
cop two kits, wheel it up then go
pebs on the food ’till i see full pro
my face still a line, all the cats them know
shots get boxed for dishing out smoke
can’t sell in my hood you know
’bout otp, you’re a bunch of hoes
give me the pole, still slide through the o
no lil jojo but i’ll let man go

[verse 5: o’mizz, jojo]
look at the scoreboard, you might need assistance
my shooter got aim, get hit up close or hit from a distance
make sure that the vest ain’t resistant
any vio’s, leave your insides twisted
bros heat got a thing for the smithen
streets cold, better wear your mittens
anglo arms cut straight through linens
if the hand-ting jams, hop out and shank
shotgun in the sainsbury’s bag
get too close and it might go bang
bang, bang, mask on my face, would’ve thought it was bro
still doing tools in blacked out clothes
my bro dotts beat it off plain clothes
he’s wearing stoney, man that drip was cold
versace clothes when he’s dishing out shisha
chilling with them, get hit with a nina
it’s a 9mm, search and destroy when i lurk with this beater
opp block, that [?] dry
rise that, woosh and see eyes in the sky
try run then we’re airing bines
don’t get caught throwing up gang signs
no patience, owe me bread, better give my payment
and i love that you [?]
mind that, can’t lie i don’t do ages, only stain
it’s kinda mad how they’re all for the takings
oh sh-t, oh lord, the dot-dot make a big man dance
this zk make a young g skate
black hoopti, make your whole block shake
anything red get put in his place
claim that gang then you’ll all see tape
if bro’s on him then i’m on him
juice gets spilled like tonic
they see corn then turn into sonic
they ain’t got heart, they’re built like porridge
i see you, you won’t see me
jump out on ic3’s cah beat that game of hide and seek
[outro: joey clipstar]
like i said
tpl, hb freestyle
don’t tell me who to bring up here
tell your favourite rapper to come up here with bars

- tpl

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