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lirik lagu freestyle – rob vicious

freestyle lyrics
[intro]
stuntman
aye rob, i think the feds is listenin’

[verse]
you ain’t talkin money lil’ baby don’t wanna hear it
probably catch me on the tint, burnin’ rubber when i be steerin’
i could never tell my mom ’bout the voices that i been hearin’
and if it ain’t a dollar y’all never see me near it
most these n*ggas hoes, they just for show, they livin’ a gimmick
gotta stay ten toes, live by the code, and not some lyrics
if them n*ggas speakin’ on your name you better clear it
he was speakin’ on the gang, now he sleep with the spirits
got the devil in my ear, we face to face in the mirror (aye)
n*gga glock nines, 40’s, ak’s up in here
give a f*ck ’bout some [] cuz imma really take it there
why these n*ggas lyin’? it’s okay to be a square
n*ggas showin’ signs, and i ain’t blind, i’m aware
the other side dyin’, fine, i don’t care
get popped like tires, and we slide, ain’t talkin’ spares
and if he ain’t shoot the fire off when he died, i don’t care
they the reason n*ggas havin’ nightmares
hoe sh*t, we ain’t never let it fly here
and these broke b*tches always talkin’ ’bout it’s my year
money on my face baby i don’t cry tears
n*ggas be sp*ceship when i see buzz lightyear
i don’t trust nothin’, i got a gun right here
light b*tch, not basic, i could f*ck right here
lil’ lightskin baby, she like to suck it when i stare
aye, lil’ thick b*tch, she talkin’ money, trap []
and imma hit her soon, i get the sh*t i need
hit her from the back, i got her screamin’ daddy please
aye, b*tch i’m that n*gga guaranteed
lil’ [] b*tch, think that imma []
still suckin’ d*ck, why this b*tch a pair of knees
aye, bowlin’ in these jordan 23’s
i need money, i need weed, and a fifth of hennessy
n*ggas scared to rob with they metal, i can’t f*ck with that
he done sold his soul to the devil, now he want it back
traplantic mode, i came in this b*tch with a hunnid pack
hold on, dead homies, gotta run that back
n*ggas scared to rob with they metal, i can’t f*ck with that
he done sold his soul to the devil, now he want it back
traplantic mode, i came in this b*tch with a hunnid pack
aye, pass me the pole, i make this b*tch have a heart attack
[outro]
aye rob, i think the feds is listenin’
f*cked around and started that
f*cked up, i won’t never get my daughters back
stuntman
why they keep tellin’ me i fell off, this where i started at
swear to be me instead of adam if i can get him back
swear to god i’m tired of losin’ friends man, this sh*t whack
twenty bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, did that

- rob vicious

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