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letra de coke raps freestyle - weasel sims

[verse 1: king trxll]
uhh
they say imitation is the highest form of flattery
but i ain’t impressed though
f-ck outta here n-gga
trill
king trill b-tch
uhh
streets took me a different direction
wasn’t even supposed to go this route
sh-t i know about sh-t
n-ggas ain’t supposed to know about
used to second guess
now ain’t no question who the coldest out
if you didn’t notice
i guarantee that you notice now
that n-gga holding
we gone take him down
set up a meeting
then jump out of the trunk on him like leslie chow
i’m from a town where
if you make it to 30 without yo hands dirty
shorties won’t respect you
pray to god that he protect you
where dirty b-tches will neck you
for some liquor and a lil weed
westside home of the hustlers
moving at a different speeds
better watch ya mans
that n-gga hating
plus he fueled by greed
where the roses grow up
out the concrete
planted by evil seeds
yo yo let me out
b-tch ass n-gga
what the f-ck you riding for
f-ck if i offend you
p-ssy you ain’t got it in you
never get up in that back seat
if you ain’t bout to clap heat
this ain’t a band
but we’ll make you dance
on the back street
n-gga
[verse 2: weasel sims]
heyy
look imagine this
free smoke
free smoke
my bl!ck come wit a cancer stick
that’s enough second hand smoke for all ya mans ya wit
short em down
nailed em to the cross like he was from nazareth
pass outs have auntie nem riding down like they tryna crash the whip
my test dummies, no air bags, she love me say nephew dats a hit!
ever since 16 i been having sh-t
cash and whips
since my first jab a nicks
been stacking chips
like that old pringles can
by the van in the gangway
where i stashed my sh-t
the d-cks sitting in the alley on gladys
shorty go pass the bl!ck
scuffed my new havanah joe’s
tryna stash the pole
ripped my pelle coat my mans stole
cause he ain’t want it no more
cause the n-gga we was working for
got mad as all out doors
when he heard his workers was sn-tching sh-t
he said you thirsty robbing ppl
like our block ain’t doing 20 or mo
i ain’t care cause i ain’t do it i still bought it from bro for the low
that was before, before that long ago
turned into a whole bag of zips
1000 grams
a slab, a brick
my b-tch could vouch
i went from hustling corners
working packs and sh-t
to here’s my number place your order
i pull up on you in traffic wit yo package quick
my back work active make each rap i spit
worth more than half a brick
most cats that rap this sl!ck just play tough
i’m tryna build a house
all they cokes raps be made up
better stick to your role or get sprayed up
from a young shooter accurate
as luka doncic averages wit the mavericks
i’m all black like africans
to put a sh-ll in ya head
cause a dead man can’t snitch like master splint, b-tch

- weasel sims

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