free blo - sme taxfree lyrics
[intro]
uh
huh, uh, uh
n*ggas on rap beats, still ain’t hard sh*t, so i really like—
uh
huh, huh, huh
alright, uh, uh, uh
huh
[chorus]
right now, i just want a bentley, bro, you cool with a honda
huh, she gon’ eat this d*ck, now i’m cool with her mama
huh, presidential rollie on my wrist like obama
huh, i’d pull up grenade launcher, n*gga, like osama
caddy fast, this the v
tap the gas, we’d leave
made a million off the trees
don’t remember i was broke, they just know i’m havin’ g’s
nah, i ain’t signed no deal, i ain’t even signed my lease (huh)
[verse]
put a quarter on the table, i might f*ck with it
brodie came, bought a nine*hundred*dollar ying, now hе stuck with it
i ain’t takin’ sh*t back, ain’t no f*cks given
’til you pay that backend, we on thе sprinter bus chillin’
told my n*ggas we gon’ get millions
might just buy a growhouse, i just need a bill’
bro, your plan’d never work unless you take time to build it (huh)
i just change my flow every time n*ggas steal it
she gon’ call back*to*back like scream ’cause i k!lled it
i was in that gray track doin’ a ten every day
i was tryna stay on track and that b*tch bad backing
i could buy a new back
i ain’t talkin’ [?] connect the t off shoulders
the one with the curtains in the back
ten pounds of snowball, powder look like similac
have them layin’ in the snow back when i was dealin’ crack
made more than n*ggas ever ever made
on the west right on seventy*six and hemp
told ’em come in bobba link, nine hundred for the ying
sold a hundred at the sharks right there on silver springs
heard armani, i got gucci, i got fendi, louis v
five hours in the store, another thirty i’ma leave
b*tch, these b*ttons, don’t no zippers come up on amiri jeans
in the loop, me and chicken rollie
they tried to tax us on the lean like we green
nah, we don’t drink green
boy, you ain’t really high, you just sleepy ’cause it ain’t no codeine in your pop
cbs, can’t be stopped
cvs, they out of wock’
i just got a script of trish, and i’m pourin’ every drop
free blo, i wish he wouldn’t have got knocked
boy, these tellin’*ass n*ggas know they worser than the cops (huh)
[chorus]
right now, i just want a bentley, bro, you cool with a honda
huh, she gon’ eat this d*ck, now i’m cool with her mama
huh, presidential rollie on my wrist like obama
huh, i’d pull up grenade launcher, n*gga, like osama
caddy fast, this the v
tap the gas, we’d leave
made a million off the trees
don’t remember i was broke, they just know i’m havin’ g’s
nah, i ain’t signed no deal, i ain’t even signed my lease
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