Albany Freestlye
Clyde Crooks
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Bustin' down the door in his Nike Air Rattles, yeah What if I exit F*ck a breakdown, woah Gonna shoot that shit down, yeah Pump the lead like mane Emptying round after round, yeah Ropeman, Happy Feet, Silicon Wings Solar Flare, Trashy, French Hotel Shooters on the roof let it sing Blasting out the Phantom gold, yeah Running 'round town, Bolt, yeah Running 'round the city, Bolt, yeah You best better get your shit, man You best better fucking bolt, yeah I done seen the expanse, yeah I done seen the planes crash, yeah That bitch did a sacrificial dance That foo, bitch, man she in a fucking trance Used to wonder how it feels Megastructure in the fields Now you're talkin' out your neck stop lying (Yeah, talkin' out your neck stop lying, yeah you motherfucker) Now they're telling me they found it These fuckers ain't about it Plus they're out here licking white in the a.m. (In the a.m. yeah, the a.m. yeah) Had a dream about the bloody rags today How'd you expect me to think about some ass today Never gonna see this shit the same again P-pick up the shovel dig the past today (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) All this bad shit on my mental, yeah Gotta by the shit with no rental, yeah Ketamine, the tranquilizer Fentanyl, yeah Trappin' out the intercontinental, yeah Three bad bitches in my room, gotta viddy this (Yeah) Three whole bars in my guts shit is hideous (Alright) Imma show you all that new-new, what it really is Last thing that you ever gonna hear, it'd be the prettiest, yeah Strong marijuana, change my whole persona (Celine) Yeah, sinkin' in the couch Triple Six Mafia now (Okay, what's it soundin' like) Ritz Carlton That's a coffin You gonna get served now Shit you don't understand now Makes you feel like a ho, don't it (Don't it, yeah) Makes you feel like a ho now Ay don't look at me, I'm not human Ay don't look at me, I'm not human, yeah Don't look at me, I'm not human, yeah Don't look at me, I'm not human, yeah Don't look at me, I'm not human Don't look at me, I'm not human Look at me I'm not human Don't look at me I'm not Yeah Yeah I just called up Avianne, yeah I don't got no stylist, yeah All my planes are private, yeah Perkies on the private, yeah We don't f*ck with Molly, yeah We had to lay back on a pill, yeah Might just f*ck your pain I'm finna settle in your field Yeah, slime little bitch I know you not real I know you not real Nah, nah, nah, yeah People try my way like I'm so far away Baby tryin' my way, looking so phony Baby don't want me, baby that's alright Yeah, yeah
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