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lirik lagu jim crow – frequency (bizzy bailey

[intro]
(stone cold in this motherf-cker, i swear to god!)
(freq!)
(frequency)
(stop all that b-tching and complaining n-gga)

[chorus]
i’m bout to treat all you rappers like
all of you rap alike
ya’ll just ain’t acting right
stop that sh-t traffic light
you number one in the after life
d-ck you a p-ssy hermaphrodite
b-tch i get mad lose my appet-te
now you in a crunch like an apple bite

one of ya’ll sound like wale
one of ya’ll sound like j cole
and none of ya’ll better me, frequency, i can put that on my soul

b-tch you better kick rocks for i lift shots
cl!ck pop turn a n-gga with a small mind to a big top
it’s like a landmine every time the other sh-t drop
and i’m all about my bands, mother f-cking slip knot

you can’t hang with a n-gga like me
you gone need a rope and a changed ig
n-ggas ain’t the same they like changed id’s
i’m greatest frequency ali, godly

sh-t, i’m up here in heaven where happiness is in my mind
signs point the one shines me
so far ahead of my time that the old me went back trying to find me
but all that sh-t is why they be all on my d-ck
imma nut don’t give a f-ck unless she swallow my sh-t
if i know that i can hit then imma follow the b-tch
n-ggas they get mad cause i be rhyming like this
all of these n-ggas p-ssy trying to find them a d-ck ..

so ride mine ..
they climbing me and crowding my tip ..
crown on my top
tre pound to your lip (n-gga bloop bloop)

i’m bout to treat all you rappers like
all of you rap alike
ya’ll just ain’t acting right
stop that sh-t traffic light

now let’s get down to business n-ggas clown i’m serious
uber eats my delivery
too deep, 6 feet, i’m too beast
my t–th sinks deep in meat, these rappers are treats
i got tricks for weeks it’s like halloween
you n-ggas fishing for trouble but not catch and release
my mind set, bipolar, i’m colder
too hot sweat pouring on ice
they shivering’…
i’m here to win…
multiply the ends..
make dividends..
and i’m here to start to trouble
the pistol pop like a bubble
my pockets thick as kim …
the ye on they nose got em bickering
oh it ain’t my fault … did i do it again ..
gotta k!ll all the witnesses who’s the shooter again? me … frequency

my vibrations elevated i can fly ufo’s …
i send shots to my foes ..
turn a monster into a ghost …
they treat the c0ke like it’s folgers ..
i stack my paper like folders ..
talk sh-t cause i do the most ..
when i get dressed i’m a crow …

you can’t hang with a n-gga like me
you gone need a noose, get your neck stretched goose
n-ggas better duck, cause my best bets shoot
and a n-gga balling like i’m shek wes too
got so many styles, i’m the next best group
i walk in the booth and leave a mess there, oops
and a n-gga hot as where travis scott from in the summer cutting lumber in some timberland boots

i’m bout to treat all you rappers like
used snacks mind on satellite
i’m 2 pac in the afterlife
they fruit snacks to a camel bite

i’m bout to treat all you rappers like
all of you rap alike
ya’ll just ain’t acting right
stop that sh-t traffic light, freq

- frequency bizzy bailey

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