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lirik lagu free str8dropp – jay fizzle

[intro]
(what’s up, slim?)
(ooh, who is that? girl, that’s tella)
first things first, ‘fore i say anything
start with this sh*t, long live king flippa
paper route frank (before then, i really think i gave you n*ggas too much motherf*cking time)
forever gang, standin’ on business (ayy, phantom, you the plug)
big paper route business
gang, gang
ayy, man (fah, fah, fah*fah*fah)
since the blogs wanna report and post everything a n*gga do and sh*t
ayy, y’all go tell that big head*ass n*gga gotti he a b*tch (ho*ass)
and your brother too, n*gga, he don’t get away, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (i ain’t playin’ hide and seek, n*gga)
pop out (yeah, my fans want that new*new, they waitin’ for that hot sh*t)
p*ssy, i ain’t good at that type sh*t, n*gga
aw yeah, one more thing, free str8dropp
i don’t wish ill on n0body
tryna see a n*gga tell
paper route business, n*gga, f*ck sixty
fifty racks in my pocket, all big heads (gang)

[verse 1]
ayy, if you ain’t with me, you against me
still screamin’ f*ck the opps (f*ck ’em)
first off, long live dolph
tell ’em free dropp, wanna see a n*gga dead, not locked up (stamp that)
swear the safest place for him is to be in that box
’cause i’m prayin’ that i catch him, i’m tryna off a n*gga top (bah*bah*bah)
keep my foot on they neck, i ain’t lettin’ up (hard on ’em)
tryna get in my way, you gettin’ wet up (b*tch)
tell me how the f*ck you miss a whole hundred f*ckin’ shots? (haha)
i’m totin’ a sixty on this ar, i shoot thirty, twenty droppin’ (twenty down)
b*tch, i’m poppin’, nah, i really pop it
swear my gang the hottest, paper route, we the topic (gang)
racks on me ho gotti (stuffed with them big heads)
new chain cost a masi’ (naw, these ain’t no sis)
fans ask when i’m droppin’ (ayy, where that new*new at, fizzle?)
swear you rap n*ggas floppin’ (n*ggas trash)
got too much ice on my neck (ice, baby)
shawty wanna f*ck ’cause i’m poppin’ (thot*thots)
probably got too many racks in ’em
so amiri jeans hang off my bottom (my pants sag)
paper got a n*gga limpin’ when i walk
i’m a c*cky lil’ n*gga
i need a tic*tac, all the sh*t a n*gga be talkin’ (ayy)
my fans want that new*new, they waitin’ for that hot sh*t
they keep askin’ me when that gangster sh*t droppin’ (ayy, when you droppin’, fizzle?)
ahk sh*t, pop sh*t, 12 can’t stop sh*t
tell ’em free ralo and f*ck all the cops (free ralo)
when i drop a tape, all the real n*ggas flockin’ (yeah)
bad b*tches love me, can’t get off my d*ckhead (thottie)
my pockets on fat, bankroll ho gotti
guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (racks)
[interlude]
ayy, and this my last time speakin’ on this sh*t, man
what my boy say?
cm who? cmf, cocaine musik f*ggots
neck full of water, water (water), wrist full of water, water (soaking wet)
got all these choppers, choppers, play foul, that chopper—

[verse 2]
say it’s smoke, we can link and wild out like we biggie and pac
i went watched the show, chose to carry my glock
i be hard on these hoes, even harder on opps (stamp that)
big paper route business, we runnin’ sh*t, n*ggas can’t stop us (stamp that)
know we keep n*ggas mad (f*ck ’em)
tell ’em f*ck n*ggas come do somethin’ ’bout it (p*ssy)
come my way, watch how quick i reroute you (b*tch)
with this four*nickel
you rap n*ggas green as f*ck, dill pickle (green*ass n*ggas)
five chains on my neck like a popsicle (icy)
wrist cold, but i’m totin’, so i’m hot
gang wipe your nose like that sh*t full of snot
if i spin a n*gga block, catch him lackin’, i’m walkin’ (f*ck a drive*by)
catch him in traffic and shot through his window (hawk down)
man, i pull up with a 9, homie thought it was a chopper
on the back of my glock 26, that nintendo (switchy)
playin’ with your life, get it took
when you see me, don’t frown, fix your face, you’ll die off a look (on god)
totin’ a 5.56 with a hundred green tips in the clip
i’m tryna put a whole fifty in a jit (stamp that)
how you miss a whole f*ckin’ hundred f*ckin’ shots? (p*ssy, naw, the other half for gotti)
how you miss a whole f*ckin’ hundred f*ckin’ shots? (big*head motherf*cker, yeah)
ahk sh*t, pop sh*t, 12 can’t stop sh*t (pop out, n*gga)
tell the crowd it’s free ralo and long live dolph (stop all that hidin’ n*gga)
we the ones up the score in the city
say a bag on my head, we can wild out like tupac and biggie (we outside with it)
big grape got the big head (stamp that)
i got your b*tch on my d*ckhead (haha, thottie)
talk a lot of sh*t, i need big red
keep the racks in my pockets, big head
ho gotti
[outro]
big paper route, n*gga
f*ck the other side, man
wack*ass sh*t
n*ggas only good with hidin’ and motherf*ckin’ hatin’
all that dodgin’, man
n*ggas should’ve played dodgeball, man (ooh, who is that? girl, that’s tella)

- jay fizzle

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