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lirik lagu cm freestyle – 9800 caspeer

[intro 1]
gang gang!
aye look, full passion that mo’ f*ckin tho (aye look, full passion that mo’ f*ckin show gang gang, aye aye)
we finna charge some sh*t n*gga hol up
hold up let this sh*t play out real quick
(coughing noises)
n*ggas been slippin on the gang, man (shut yo b*tch ass up)
these n*ggas hoes, cuh

[verse 1]
aye, aye!
n*gga buck up, aye, and shut the f*ck up
and i remember bein broke but now i bust up
buck up, aye, and shut the f*ck up
before i really hit yo b*tch with this d*ck
buck up, aye, and shut the f*ck up
and i remember bein broke but now i bust up
buck up, aye, and shut the f*ck up
before i really hit yo b*tch with this d*ck
bust up

[intro 2]
(beat switch)
yeahhhh!
that’s that pg117 sh*t b*tch, hahahaha!
yeah hold up let me, let this b*tch cool down for a minute
aye loc pass the f*ckin dope n*gga aye, look (on gang baby!)
[verse 2]
man cash rules everything around me, wu*tang
you claimin yo b*tch faithful but she blew me
you too late, the b*tch is screamin “yeah!” like the kool*aid
n*ggas steady trippin ’bout b*tches, tell yo boo behave
big chains, like the slaves in the old days
big k’s, skinny n*gga slidin with letters man
big aim, look through the fork and it’s a done game
goofy think he fly with his hollister it’s a d*mn shame
no love, finna get high before i f*ck sl*ts
all guts, back shots while i bust nuts
hol up, she a mom but she slurps up
goofy talkin thug life sh*t i hope he can back it up
stop that talkin on my song you need to get with me
gang gang, really notorious just like we knew biggy
f*ck this b*tch on i’m finna go ahead and hit this sh*t
drake still askin for kiki but that b*tch suckin d*cky
scottie too hotty keep a shotty he scopin out bodies
poppin and clockin, catch a homi’ and then we laugh about it
try not to lack, totin lazers, we shootin panasonics
been around it, all my n*ggas goonies and there’s no way around it
big bands, gta 5, i gotta beat franklin
chase frankies, hate baseball but i support the yankees
look shaky, hit him with bacon we strippin cheese n*gga
bake sellin, offer em up just to my church, left em
[verse 3]
(beat switch)
piped up, hit her from the back she got a fat ass
she said babe you goin deep i can’t take that
all bad, beatin up the coochie like a punch bag
thick b*tch runnin from this d*ck havin flash backs
big wood, soofin on this weed got my mind good
big ass .40 on my hip i feel like big foot
skinny ass n*gga but yo b*tch said my d*ck good
you said your girl loyal, she pipin on a n*gga wood

[outro]
hey wait, hold on!
all i gotta say is pg117 b*tch
you don’t like me, oh well
tell yo b*tch to stop likin me n*gga

- 9800 caspeer

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