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letra de freestyle (pt. 3) - young pappy

[intro]
part 3 or somethin’
they’d been beggin’ me for this sh-t too
take it easy
i’ma go and spas to em, i say

[freestyle]
on 2cups
a lot of my opps got me f-cked up
shorty gone eat, like i took her to the lunch truck
you dumb f-ck
a lotta n-gg-s talking that don’t know sh-t
but i know a lotta n-gg-s with guns that ain’t know sh-t
but all i know is smoke sh-t, tote sh-t, poke sh-t
all i know is street sh-t. want beef? i’ll roast sh-t
i been spitting heat, but the past weeks i ain’t wrote sh-t
phony -ss n-gg-s only call me when they want sh-t
promise i don’t owe sh-t, if i owe you then you beat
for a feature you get taxed, if you my homie then its free
if you lacking while its cracking, i’ma do you like they’ll do me
cause i know i can’t get no p-ss
when they catch me they on my -ss
that’s why i gotta keep this b-tch right next to me
f-ck n-gg- get popped like ecstasy
she like “slow down, you in too deep. you on my -ss” to me
i totes the 4 pound, riding round in these streets
n-gg- won’t get the best of me
cause them hollows be burning n-gg- no ray sherman
you ain’t gotta flex for me, ’cause i ain’t got no type n-gg-
like a dyk- n-gg-, i don’t like n-gg-s
sh-lls bigger than shark teeth, take a chunk out you – it’ll bite n-gg-s
this life come with death or the can, i don’t see why it still excite n-gg-s
free the guys, still sending kites n-gg-
blessings on the cases that they fighting n-gg-, ’cause i done been in that jail
so free leeky and clam
shout out to pbg bandz, smoke dope by the gram
know i don’t give a d-mn, let my 40 spray like its pam
they know i go ham
once i let this b-tch blam
you better hope this b-tch jam
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s just like uncle sam
but stay with a couple k!llers off the yam
so shout out to juicy, he a fool with that tooly
die 5, but i f-ck with the hoolies
don’t f-ck with no goofies
once you come to our town you gone see it go down like the movies
shout out my n-gg- snake face
i need something at least hold 17 shots f-ck a .38
in the field we don’t play safe
give you hollows and have your sh-t looking like blake face
so take it easy, before you end up like t–zy
and my wrist be on freezy
call savage sheen tell him bring me the gleezy
he like f-ck that sh-t boy i’m going with you
you blow, i’m blowing with you
we double breasted
you take one, i take one, i’m scoring with you
i’ma cross the street, you gon’ walk up on em
they ain’t even gone know i’m with you
me and bro get to blowing from 2 different angles
you ain’t even gon’ know what hit you
swear my shoes won’t fit you
n-gg- wouldn’t believe all the sh-t that i been through
everybody got my name in they mouth tryna get a lil’ clout
what you want me to diss you?
rip 2cups, poohbear, big eazy and pep, on bro i miss you
free the guys so when i get signed you still got a bond
i’m coming to get you

- young pappy

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