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(álbum: Cerberus - 2019)


Y'all know what the fuck going on, man, it's ya boy Fukkit
Lil' type-beat freestyle, you know what it is
Lil' type-beat that I made, Fukkit beat, man
You know what it is, man
Shout-out Wulf, shout-out YouTube, man, you know what it is
Type-beat freestyle, okay

Waiting for the day I fall off this shit
Got these rappers soft, [?] riding on dick
How I plot based, then I spread like a split
Got the Iron Maidan how we rock you on ship
She gon' suck the dick, make me bust on her lips
Then I cock.9, if you [?], don't miss
It's about time, yeah, we [?] my shit
You know I'm clocking, serving work to the 6
Got a nine-to-five, you just a normie, a simp
We blowing gas, getting high like a blimp
It's a new year, time to get a new crib
How I keep the stick, make me look like a pimp
Break a leg, good luck with the limp
Nigga, fuck you talking for the [?], lil' bitch
We ain't playing games but you neither, I guess
You been blowing Ls, you been low on your ways
Two chop, brother, sister, they twins
When they hit the park, keep an eye on yo' kids
Counting chips, I ain't talking 'bout Ritz
The bluest face, 'bout as sad as it gets
I could intersect, I don't need me no blitz
And I spend a lot, but we still getting rich
King's son, demon slayer, a prince
On my Guts shit, longest blade that exists
When my tongue flick, you get beat like a switch
Razorblade-flow-covered precision
Hitting new levels with every decision
Still feeling low but the highs just risen
I'm on the borderline, may be suspicious
These mafia traits, you could sleep with the fishes
Not for a change, I give out last wishes
Lighting up trees, make it look like Christmas
Flow hot, ice glisten
Keep on streaming my shit like pissing
Always been on a flight like Griffins
And my chain [?] like bitches
Got the bread with the rice, it's delicious
Slide-by, don't be acting defensive
Don't oblige with your sorry-ass questions
I'm the obvious difference, please

Nigga, huh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh (Uh), uh, uh, yeah
Ayy, okay, look (Fukkit), Fukkit
(Uh, huh, huh) Fukkit
(Uh, uh, yeah, yeah) Bitch

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