HoMiCiDE (Freestyle)
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On, my mama though Like a red beam, we give out face scans How the f*ck you tryna clap them hands but you ain't f*ck with us Hop out the vehicle, lil' nigga, we finna walk it up This bitch see my face, I don't give a f*ck, so, that bitch is a slut Ayy, bitch, gonna do your dance Mr'2Official in this bitch, so bitch, shake that ass Put the cho in my hands, I do my chicken dance I love to get money, bitch, and I love to slut her out Dick up in her mouth, she can't talk right now, don't call her phone I be slidin' to that dead block like these niggas home alone Bitch, tried to fag off and go through a young nigga phone Well, what the f*ck, bitch, you already know what time I'm on Don't be mad at me, cuz, shi, I'm gon' slide if its either right or wrong My brother tryna slide, alright, cool I'm finna pass him a pole, the bitch shaking ass But I don't give a f*ck this bitch, don't got no cho And why the f*ck these niggas tryna knock on a young nigga door, They tryna sit me down, but get the f*ck out my fucking face One false move, yo ass gon' be looking at the heaven gate Then it's gon' be me running from the Jakes And I'm not finna get caught, the F*ck this bag up on your head, lil' nigga, that shit already bought Nickname my white bitch, Mrs. Betty Boo, don't give a f*ck We hop out on the feet, nigga, we ready to shoot That nigga putting hands on that bitch, he finna beat her ass This nigga said he got some money, so now his pants on fire Aye, let's go do a drill Bro saying he got a pill, nigga, we finna pop one Ecstasy, yeah, we just got one This bitch shaking ass, don't give a f*ck She still got some friends We gon' get this bag, run it up, and get them dividends We gon' kill the opps, make em die, and make their mama cry don't give a f*ck, look me in my face I might be tryna slide, while I'm sitting down I don't give a f*ck, I'm finna kill them all Aye, I just broke his jaw I fucked on this little bitty bitch I done broke her walls I don't give no f*ck, nigga, I'm really outside What Like a red beam, we give out face scans How the f*ck you tryna clap your hands but you ain't f*ck with us Hop out the vehicle, little nigga We finna walk it up, this bitch see my face I don't give a f*ck, so, that bitch is a slut Aye, bitch, gonna do your dance Mr. Too Official in this bitch, so bitch, shake that ass Put the chair up in my hands I do my chicken dance I let her get money, bitch, and I let her slut her out Dick up in her mouth, she can't talk right now Don't call her phone I be slidin' to that dead block like these niggas home alone Bitch, tried to fag off and go through a young nigga phone Well, what the f*ck, bitch You already know what time I'm on You
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