Bacchome freestyle
Carlet60
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Carleto Sixty four months and running nigga Gang gang Free Lonnie Free Runtz nigga 'Til it's backwards Uh woah Ay Ay ay Ay Woah Ay ay Ay Woah Yeah Gang gang out your mouth You ain't gang He mad that we exed him Know that he lame Blow at his body Bet bro do the same Walk with a limp and I might need a cane Blood he a dog, cane corso Choppa gone chop, take off his torso I'm with the horseplay, this ain't a Porsche though Kay get to kicking I think it's a horse bro Leg on me leg on me Lord knows Jewels in my Jesus piece, I'm where the Lord goes Goyard gear could a groupie afford those Four in a four-door fucking on four hoes I'm on the freeway with four poles I'm on parole, been dodging the po po Sip ice tea, snort coco West side como, he wants to slide tell him come on Ay Ay ay Ay Hold up Okay Ay Ay Say Cuh go crazy, he can come home Kill the cat, find a slut he can come on Runtz got racks, he dumb on Need me a dumb bitch giving up dumb dome Dum da da da dum dum dum dum That's the sound of the drum when your dude get dumped on In the track hawk with a track phone I get the pack gone Free Lil Lonnie, my backbone Hold up Ay ay Ay Ay Ay ay Ay It's up then it's stuck with me He said he gone f*ck with me But Cuz he gone cut for me Like Betty, I bet it get ugly Stinging like honey bee I'm what he wants to be Call him a wannabe It's only one of me Said he gone come for me Kay keep me company Carbon I'm cuddling Clutching just come and see It's only common sense Don't think he competent Know where his momma stay, shoot where his momma live RIP Mama Liz I'm where the drama is Up at his baby mama baby mama-less Perc got me mumbling, but I'm still rumbling Big catches plays, Who the f*ck fumbling Wrap 'em up, mummy man Run up one hundred bands Junkies they coming in, serve them they come again Feeling like money man, get to the money bag Leto gone be where the money at This ain't a Porsche, probably purchase a Pontiac Sipping on cognac 'til they bring Lonnie back Ay I need me some diamonds or something Yeah Ay Hold up Canary yellow, mixed with mustard Big baguettes so busty Try to take them I'm a bust him Russian AK if he rushing Carbon clutching that's my cousin Kin folk Ride with the Weston right out of the window Break them with Booyah Make bro do the limbo Free big Lindo It's crazy Montana my dog and they're Finna let blood out the kennel Diamond my dental Run up some racks in a rental Not trying to meet in the middle Blowing the FN in the fiddle I let it sing for a little Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Blew out his brain, no clues The track down on fox make news Balenci my body, no trues Bloody the bottom my loubs! On gang Carleto the convict coming soon man Free Runtz Free Lonnie The fast way 'Til the last day
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