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lirik lagu berettaaa – freshito

i should be washing the f*cking dishes
instead i’m spitting hooks like lucky fishes
i f*ck wit b*tches that mind they business
not hoes in ya nose like sinuses is
make my riches talk we play simon says
catch me wit some twins guess i’m johnny test
but don’t test me b*tch
don’t tempt me b*tch
up too many trees , what century’s this?
homies shed they skin , so i shed some friends , i ain’t shed no tears man it is what it is
n*ggas switch a lot everyday b
n*ggas gettin shot everyday b , i’m like 2*3 to yo 18 no bull sh*t i go crazy
n*ggas hate me , it’s plain to see
wish there was some more cloth made of me
wi*ish there was a sorta sauce named for me cuz i drip the sh*t so gracefully

man that’s off topic
say you get what?
boy stop it
y’all need to halt on that nonsense
my n*ggas conscious
but if you turn it to violence
we act like we have no conscience , that’s more than a promise
i’m in sp*ce off this gas and i’m fresh boy i feel like i’m comet
i move in silence
it really don’t matter cuz all of my gas is straight howling , that sh*t be wylin
so wet she need towels and i hit her til she throw the towel in
leave that cat smiling
like cheshire
* k!ll beats like i’m sponsored by stretchers , say i ain’t the best well you right cuz i’m better , i roll up and light up like heelys and skechers
n*ggas is b*tches , they gossip for pleasure , i’m draped in this gold like i found me some treasure , she wanna be my b*tch but i swear i won’t let her , 2 cups and a blunt and i swear i feel better
yo gold be cheesy that sh*t look like cheddar
my sh*t be blinging that’s cuz i get cheddar
catch my ass leaning , somewhere in a sweater
i keep the green on me just like a beretta
back in this b*tch and i’m blackin and better
f*ck her from the back yell look back she get wetter
i’m smokin on gas i’m higher propellers
propane put me plane high look down see the weather
my eyes looking shanghai , that’s racist , i’m better
i’m raaacing
pedal to the metal
they haaating
flex turned up a level
young n*gga clever than a treble
i be rolling tracks finna switch to heavy metal
i been blowing back just to clear a n*gga mental
i ain’t got no time on my schedule for sh*t but the checks cuz i’m tryna get rich
got my haters in a pickle
rick
cuz they know my sh*t is sick
and they know i do what i want on a track
ion do no fronts but i might just tax
most of the time i’m eating tho
tickets be sugar , sweet and low
i f*cked yo b*tch , can keep her tho
but i f*ck wit that b*tch , she a keeper bro
ain’t kiss dat hoe like i ain’t see da missile toe , plus dats where my kiddies go

plug walkin , lungs squawking , i be serving , volleyballing
keep that energy f*ck off me
i been sippin lean , i’m hardly
falling , hardly walking cuz i’m running to a bag
i be chasing cash , you be chasing ass
f*ck ass jakes be chasing me i pray dat they don’t crash
i whip a car like nas
nasa off the gas
down bad? nasty ass , chocolate b*tch , full of melanin , send her to yo crib , you let her hit , she take yo sh*t , and now that pack up in the mail again
i fed yo ex b*tch d*ck now she won’t let you nail again
ain’t like the cards i was dealt , i bought the deck and set up table
n*ggas make believe like fables
came a ways from stealing cable
dats a fable i ain’t never stole no cable
n*ggas went without
i had that sh*t written out but it’s really from the mouth

- freshito

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