Lyrics:
just drop the beats man
We gon' get right to it yeah, drop the beat
Let get this shit poppin' man
Denzel Curry, LA leakers Freestyle, comе on
Oh boy
Yah... Baby don't, baby don't. Yeah
Rude boy thing
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
Baby don't play me, don't play me (You
Yah... Baby don't, baby don't. Yeah
Rude boy thing
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
Baby don't play me, don't play me (You
bet you to step to this one that's cute
She stands with her man hope he's chicken like Perdue
If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon
Try
random gats
Til my pockets crammed and fat, nigga
I'm the shit performin'
Homie say I need a hit, so I'mma have a hit put on him
The foreman, George
was at that stove
The same night work got cooked half that sold
A pyrex and a triple beam
Like Mr king had a dream
We ain't miss a fiend
Talking dirty
old
But the other half needs affection and joy
And the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy
I need love
I need love
Romance, sheer
old
But the other half needs affection and joy
And the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy
I need love
I need love
Romance, sheer
be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you
on the court in Tokyo
Half man, half silverback
Half of my opponent hanging out my mouth
I got an anaconda’s digestive tract
Assassin’s Creed hard when I spit
up and took it in with a half breath
Then a deep sigh, I struck a matchstick
I lit my cigarette
Feeling half dead, whiskey on my mind
Then came
bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah
Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet
Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet
Traphouse filled up with Ziploc
as a cracker what you
Do is automatically just whack
Man it's hard
When even Obama won't acknowledge
The white half of him that
Got his ass through college
I come from nothin', dick
I just want some money, you heard me?
I been up a week and a half for this shit, man
I get bored fast (Cito)
Been up
before their eyes
Man, this boy can do both
Fluck
Fluck
Control flows from a lifeboat
Fluck
Please don’t doubt me Peter
Please don’t doubt me Peter
Please
I'm makin' plays just like a quarterback
He want some beef we can order that
Don't give me half girl I need all of that
She blow me up but I won't
a half day is
Did a little dance when the pack came in
One plus two plus three times three
You never pedaled work, and you ain't held a brick
I know by how
vision
Thought it'd be a straight line but the path is half twisted
Language has helped me navigate through many bad winters
Provided an escape mechanism
you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?)
He in the mound with pounds of dope
(Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell)
She
The Law
Im a cocaine cowboy B___ im a wild boy
Half a brick in the back of a fly toy
To many hoes so my name making wild noise
And when i hit the mall
bloodclart ran off
Everyone shower till I bloodbath man off
I never forget shit, I'm half man
Half mammoth
I'm talking, boy, you can't cut hard man off
Listen
Be better
Do better
Think better
You’ve never been half the man I thought you were...
On first impression
Or second, third...
Be better at it
I’m not
Slidin thru my city with the fye
Any day now I could prolly die
You my dawg so Is you down to ride
Plug jus called for back up boy let’s slide
Choppa
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's the kind of friend that you try
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