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letra de freedom goer - yung tama

[verse]
place that f-ckin’ blade, on my motherf-ckin’ bag b-tch
walking through your city, count the check i played the town sh-t, now i got my motherf-ckin’ hand, i raise a band quick
get my f-ckin’ k, i dump that choppa at your mans, b-tch
what the f-ck you wanna do? talk about mr. [?]
i just want bands please don’t complicate sh-t like my flute
me and my n-ggas just livin’ on soup
ay, where your f-ckin’ mask at? i paint the image of my lyrics come in [?] to ace my limit, ayy
sippin’ on gatorade, i just wanna put all this pain away
but they say all of my chains is fake
all of this sh-t i just write is just pain
i cannot focus on lyrics or nothing that give off a negativity reduction
i get my choppa and we bussin’ my n-gga, we run in your function
i got a business, underground like corruption
that’s the just the business
f-ck with my sh-t, give my music a listen
i’m just a normal motherf-cker’ made my thoughts turn into lyrics
cut off they head and i’m finished
look, i’m a menace like dennis
run through you b-tch while you playin’ some tennis
i got me a burger, just keep out the lettuce
i f-ck on your b-tch ’cause i know that you jealous
[verse]
place that f-ckin’ blade, on my motherf-ckin’ bag b-tch
walking through your city, count the check i played the town sh-t, now i got my motherf-ckin’ hand, i raise a band quick
get my f-ckin’ k, i dump that choppa at your mans, b-tch
what the f-ck you wanna do? talk about mr. [?]
i just want bands please don’t complicate sh-t like my flute
me and my n-ggas just livin’ on soup
ay, where your f-ckin’ mask at? i paint the image of my lyrics come in [?] to ace my limit, ayy
sippin’ on gatorade, i just wanna put all this pain away
but they say all of my chains is fake
all of this sh-t i just write is just pain
i cannot focus on lyrics or nothing that give off a negativity reduction
i get my choppa and we bussin’ my n-gga, we run in your function
i got a business, underground like corruption
that’s the just the business
f-ck with my sh-t, give my music a listen
i’m just a normal motherf-cker’ made my thoughts turn into lyrics (what?)
cut off they head and i’m finished
look, i’m a menace like dennis (ayy, ayy)
run through you b-tch while you playin’ some tennis
i got me a burger, just keep out the lettuce
i f-ck on your b-tch ’cause i know that you jealous (ayy)

- yung tama

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