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lirik lagu the race freestyle – k$avagee

[verse 1: fym cody]
you say you want it, well that pressure on the way
cause fbn be tha click i’m throwing folk up in ya face
camden county we ain’t never beat that mother f-cking case
i’m on papers smoking loud, screaming f-ck probation
when we run down catch you lacking we gonna take it
smith and wesson 30 rounds and ain’t no mother f-cking safety
insane put it on folk, got young hittas always on go
have a white n-gg- show up on yo porch
chain smoking them dirty poles, i don’t smoke weed that’s p.o, need loud you know where to go
still serving packs through the burglar door
still got that [?], still got that extendo
its hollow tip the the brim too, my stick get a clean crew
got a bad b-tch and she’ll put it to you, no average she a savage she say sh-t ima blast it, her lips as tight as her -ss is, and that glock hot as my dash is
doing 100 we dashing, cops ask dont say sh-t you already know where that sack is she a hood b-tch she stashed it

[verse 2: k$avagee]
(ay, yah) man i be smoking on big backwoods to the face (to the face)
hit my weed cause you gon think that, that sh-ts laced (that sh-ts laced)
heavy metal out in public check my waste (check my waste) (boom boom boom)
keep it on me cause you know, n-gg-s out here snakes (out here snakes)
heard the feds on me tryna build a case (build a case) (what the f-ck)
but f-ck that case, do lil tayk hit the race, i hit the race
got my bands now lil mamma wanna date (she wanna date)
but i can’t cuff no hoe, no b-tch i dont want no bae (dont want no bae)
50, 50, glizzy, glizzy, since he want to play
i’m outcha gettin money, why these n-gg-s tryna hate
if you ain’t talking money please get up out my way (face)
yo b-tch she really basic and her breath, it smell like ape sh-t

[verse 3: fym b–bee]
im straight up out of jail, and i did the dash (im back)
them other n-gg-s frontin, and now we on they -ss (p-ssy)
40 get to spittin everybody mad (gah, gah, gah)
i wanna rock expensive clothes, and n-gg- drive a jag (skrrr)
you move to much, you do to much, you talk to [?] (he snitchin)
don’t want a call, don’t need a phone, dont want a race. (p-ssy b-tch)
don’t even ask me the price, cause we gonna rob g (take him down)
the other n-gg- flexin, we dont sneak diss (p-ssy) (chains rattling)

- kavagee

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