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meme freestyle - nasaan lyrics

heh, heh, what?
(i think we all think, we should all get naked)

wow
fine sh*t in the room
i’m tryna see what that coochie do
she said i’m on my period right now
i said “whooptie doo”
cuttin’ n*ggas off
i got tired of letting moochers mooch
the only n*gga in my circle now
like a hula hoop
eliante did the chain
your chain look like rhinestones
i never heard of dog
mention you, we turn to mike jones
who?!
i don’t want to war with n*ggas
n*ggas all clones
my top 4 is me
dylan, dylan, and dylan
snuck my .40 in the club
strapped in the vip
put my hand on my hip
when i dip he gone dip
my b*tch ain’t let me hit
i took her friend to the ritz
and told her ass not to trip
and what she did?
**cartoon trip noise**
trippin’
you can play but don’t play with we
a n*gga touch my dog
i’m crashing out, keanu reeves
up the glock, nice and slow
my arm on r&b
the .40 sound like
**brttabrttabrt**
biz markie
german automotive
that b*tch foreign don’t use a key
hit the gas and it started barking
like ishowspeed
n*ggas weak
n*ggas that made it ease
like 123
like n*gga please
the game is in my hand
no psp
read n*ggas
ain’t no chapter 3
file chapter 3
bankruptcy
and back at captain d’s
making number 3’s
be humble please
or end up on a tee
that say rip
wait, pardon me
(inhales)
it was hard to breathe
back at it
making double cheese
like i’m mickey d’s
new ap’s
got my wrist on freeze
like “stop police”
said she was a freak in the sheets
sh*t, i’m tryna see
then tells me that she never give out head
“you need to leave!”
heh?
what?
4x
freaky lil hoe
tryna suck me to the heavens
asked me when i’m pullin’ up
i told the b*tch round “6’7”
p*ssy i’m still flexin’
i’m that dude like i’m devin
chrome heart crosses on my body
i’m not the pastor not the reverend
bought the .45 for protection
half the crib got tommy guns
ain’t no k!lla but don’t push me
on my mama, i’m not the one
blue tips in the arp
and it gone make his body jump
my fn hold bout 12 rounds
the gen 5 hold like “21”
them n*ggas was bums
i had to leave them boys behind
i bought a rollie
but the face was red look like a “stop sign?!”
i call your hoe
i bet she picking up
i ain’t never press decline
i ain’t hear what you said
come again?
one more time?
so, uh, we’re getting naked or what?!

- nasaan lyrics

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