Golds In My Mouth Freestyle
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Golds in my mouth I be shining, bitch Why they jealous of me All the shit I've been accomplishing Ever since a youngin Swear to God, boy, I was rockin' shit Hit a nigga, bitch All I told her was to lock me in Put a nigga on his face Got him workin' out He wasn't with that gangsta shit He was perpin' bout body shots Got a nigga and his homies squirmin' out See niggas hard until lil' brody pull that burner out I'm on fire, kinda somethin' like a burnin' house Cold world, text all of my bitches, tryna work it out Slim thick Hit her from the back till she broken down Did her dirty, but what goes around gon' come around Cook pack, woods and some juice Need a whole brick tell the bitch Like a fat kid, I need more chips They gon' think we playin' fetch How I throw the stick, cardio Tryna chase the bag till I'm so rich Baby, in my facial tryna f*ck I let her throat the dick Then she text me after I just act like I ain't notice it Jeans hold a Glock by my waist with a bulky clip Suckers get to runnin', but that beam get to focusin Ayy, bitch, I never lose, cause I'm posed to win I ain't hit them hoes yet, I'm tryna poke the twins Tryna cop the beamer, tell the truth, I don't want the Benz Tryna get me nine like I'm 50, I know many men No Shirt in the coupe with the heater on Think he from the 80s How my brother kept that beeper on Blowin' up my phone Told her I don't keep the ringer on Gas in the wood, 93, this that premium PT always trippin', niggas couldn't tell what he be on Dressed in all black, lookin' like I brought the Reaper on I ain't even tell her, but my dick is where she leapin' on Came up from the bottom like the floor what I was sleepin' on Thuggin' on the block, got my bro with me Huggin' on two Glocks with a stick, so they hold 50 Make a nigga dance in them Jordans, I get so tricky Lift a nigga's spirit, after that, I send his bro with him Lil' bitch always cappin', why she actin' like she go with me Blues in my pocket, they can't fold, plus they so crispy Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep that pole with me Back door to homie, had to take a nigga 4 Nicky Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep that pole with me Lil' bitch always cappin', why she actin' like she go with me Blues in my pocket, they can't fold, plus they so crispy Ayy, them bitches so crispy
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