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lirik lagu 100k freestyle – 5.53fxndi

(what are you f*ckin nuts?)

[verse 1: 5.53fxndi]
ra*ran off with his girl ran off with his profit
smokin his partner i’m so high i’m so off it
get out of line and i just might pop it
flexin the wallets lil boy that is not it
if we talkin money you better get serious
f*ck with my gang you must be delirious
you got a gun and won’t blow it i’m curious
i’m boutta spaz cause now i am furious
stackin my bread i stack by the [?]
gold on my body like i am a pharaoh
[?] i’m not talkin arrows
stay with the jack like my name was sparrow
pull up to the spot pull up to the function
50 round drum when i get the clutches
say you get money but what is you touchin
choppa kick back and shoot by the dozen
drugs in my cup now i am a zombie
can’t feel my face i can’t feel my body
[?] boo c*cky
[?] these b*tches like my name is scotty
762 we leavin you sloppy
f*ck with the gang you gеt hit with the shotty
movin the crack like my namе is bobby
sellin these drugs that is my hobby
n0body be doin what they be rappin bout
b*tches be fiendin you know i got rapper clout
you was a broke boy yo pockets [?]
talkin behind me you takin a different route
think you the man until we come in and air it out
say you like [?] leavin without a doubt
[?] had to give em out
free all my partners [?] not givin out
[verse 2: 5.53fxndi]
i*i*i do what i want and you do what you care
i’m out here [?]
ma*mask on my face like i’m in a clan
choppa hold 30 get pop a xan
i*i got some money but i want some more
i’m in the trap and i’m flippin the bowls
whi*whippin the pot stand over the stove
i*i’m pressin x like i’m tryna reload

[verse 3: 33mercury]
put him in the [?] gun him down yo we got him
that was yo homie [?]
them bullets be hot i ain’t talkin bout summer
my bro [?] them pole like a gunner
[?] my mouth but i really be doin this
got h*lla rounds you get hit with the hollow tips
i*i’m on my own i don’t need any k!ll assists
hop on the beat so you know i be k!llin sh*t
d*mn my [?] steppin
you claim you got weapons
we know you been cappin
get spilled like a beverage
“yo bro built different”
you built like a b*tch and just stop all that talkin we fight in the pit
now rip off yo limbs you get hit with the stick lil bro he a fan he be ridin on h*lla d*ck
i’m not a fan of this
[?] rest in p*ss
[?] p*ssy go ahead and drop a diss
[?]
t*talk all that sh*t but you ain’t ever toppin me
sh*t doesn’t bother me
f*ck all that pity [?]
talk all that talk [?]
droppin you in the scene
drownin on hennessey
now that you [?] to be
[verse 4: 83hades]
all of these rappers be stealin my flows like
[?] and i kiss that hoe goodnight
sneak up on him with the uh like i’m suge knight
talkin the [?] on the net but he won’t fight
best stay inside lil bro cause it’s on sight
don’t close my eyes so you know that i’m gone bite
dogs in this b*tch lil bro you get k!lled right
how i get all of this bread b*tch i flip ice
i’m with some demons don’t play nice
b*tch you got shot twice
i flip the chicken like popeyes
shorty wanna f*ck
i told her when [?] slide
you see the clip with this gl!ck when i run by
[?] droppin anytime of the day
b*tches know how i rob best respect what i say
when i’m posted the trap b*tch i stay with ak’s
boy i know what you is you is not finna spray
[?] my flow you still take
man i gotta go k!ll his ass for god sake
b*tch you know what i do and you heard what i say
so don’t start with that talkin i don’t like to play
and i never run when i do it’s [?]
he wanna talk beef i come to any state
why he talkin bout money put 3 in his face
imma kick down this door and i’m runnin this place
and i hit up the plug watch me cop a few plates
and this sh*t is for real i can never be fake
if you dyin today then i guess that’s just fake
lil shorty f*ck with me i’m havin my way
i stay at the time and i never be late
imma chop up his body throw him in the lake
swerve
these b*tches they think imma jerk
holes in his stomach put him on a shirt
bi*big 83 imma stomp on the dirt
what he gone say when his head on the curb
creep in the night b*tch i like to lurk
i got the pack b*tch you know that i serve
gun out the window then i hit a swerve
[verse 5: ilovekakuri]
i call him a f*ggot
he talkin to gang so i might let him f*ckin have it
my choppa love static
yo b*tch on my d*ck she act like she a f*ckin addict
i [?]
[?]
i take no l’s i take guns
i might k!ll you just because
[?] a b*tch you not a thug
not on my level we not the same
b*tch i got these racks [?]
and i got the glock and you know it gone f*ckin bang
[?] white b*tches white like cocaine
i stay with the [?]
smokin my gas but i’m not talkin propane
i’m not talkin propane

- 5 53fxndi

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