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freestyle 1 - flipxo lyrics

[intro]
we totin’ guns b*tch, get the f*ck up outta here
we could f*ck your crib up, we ain’ give a f*ck if yo’ mama there
if i run up, you gon’ shut up, you gon’ b*tch up outta*outta there
(he gone bih)

[verse]
b*tch, i’ma hitta, i just pulled up with a hundred sticks (brr, brr, a hundred)
i got this choppa and it get to bangin’, never bic
on my dead i’d really rob a n*gga (on my daughter)
we really take his fit, and his sh*t (god d*mn)
put a n*gga on a noose, he embracin’ it (f*ck wrong with this n*gga)
and these fake n*ggas, get up off my line, you ain’t really sh*t
i’m really ’bout it, so if you run up, you get folded quick (brr, brr)
all these snake n*ggas hittin’ my phone, you ain’t really sh*t (ssss)
i just made a hundred on my own, i’m really sh*t (tuah)
and if you pull up, we send them shots up at yo’ dome, you little b*tch (lil’ b*tch)
it’s crazy, i made it my own, i reminisce

- flipxo lyrics

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