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freestyle - lassic lyrics

[intro]
ayy, gotta run low with this (zaycello, you made this?)
this a thousand*dollar jugg, i had my phone on dnd
i don’t know the b*tch, i just met her, i’m knowin’
yeah, yeah

[verse]
thousand*dollar jugg, i had my phone on dnd
i’m a trapper, not no scammer, l don’t know no pnc
i don’t know her, i just met her, but i’m knowin’ she a freak
she don’t know me, she just met me, but she knowin’ i’m a geek
i’m a geeker, i get turned off sleepers, plus i need a eater
i’m in new york, i’m recordin’ in new york, b*tch, turn up the speakers
this sh*t spreadin’ all across the world, this sh*t worse than the ether
i heard this sh*t like crack for thе ears, this sh*t don’t ‘posed to be lеgal
this sh*t easy, i just switch my flow like i switch my hoes
this sh*t easy, i just switch my flow like i switch my clothes
stuffin’ d*ck in back of her neck, make snot come out her nose
her n*gga tender, i can’t cuff no b*tches that be gettin’ exposed
eat a payday, like it’s payday, l made bank today
this day just yesterday, ’cause n*gga, i got rank today
i was born like this, not sworn in it, lil’ boy, you got like that
let me rephrase that, you think you is, lil’ boy, you not like that
hit the vape, boost my high, f*ck your b*tch and boost her ego
loaded way just dodged a rico, we been whackin’ sh*t since preteen
fatman caught him one that’s fifteen, i’m puttin’ my lil’ boy in lil’ league
i can’t let him see what i seen, i can’t let him be what i be
but god still had a plan ’cause we still walk ’round duffle bags
gotta watch these n*ggas and cops, sh*t got me double mad
f*ck her ’til i pop that b*tch, this lil’ ho got a bubble ass
bust one on her face, then do the race, go to your other man
drizzy sh*t, no water boy, all my n*gga quarters boy
i’m locked in with zot, i call him z, that b*tch a florida boy
i stay with lil zay, that b*tch my twin like we the hardy boys
thought i ain’t have to say this sh*t again, but i’m the largest, boy
diamond bustin’ in my necklace, treat the lil’ ho like a peasant
all my n*gga pull up reckless, all my n*ggas squattin’ a chevy
got a junior on the way, i love rubbin’ on her belly
talk to him everyday, tell him we gon’ cause h*lly
i’m already too much for ’em, i know they can’t handle double
turn your mans into a butler if his ass can’t get no hustle
how the h*ll he gon’ be a boss if his ass ain’t got no muscle?
how the h*ll you gon’ get sh*t tossed if your ass ain’t got no cutter?
n*gga ass ain’t got no fire, n*gga ass ain’t good for sh*t
n*gga ass ain’t got no load, n*gga ass ain’t good for sh*t
n*gga ass ain’t f*ckin’ hoes, that’s why he mad about that b*tch
n*gga ass turned chicken tender when he found out she got hit
[outro]
(zaycello, you made this?)

- lassic lyrics

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