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PSA Freestyle

 

PSA Freestyle

(앨범: Flex Muzik 2 - 2018)


Kpreme got guap up
Call me the big head honcho
Knock a nigga down, just like a domino
I know some migos that trap out the barrio
Fuck on that bitch, but you know I'm not wifing her
You say you a trapper, that trap moving slow
In the trap with Big Glee, he was scraping a boat
Smoking exotic, shit's fat like an eggroll
Fuck her so hard that I broke the bitch backbone
Shoot a nigga ass, I feel like I'm taxstone
You wouldn't be there if the money was gone
Balling on niggas like Karl Malone
Dripping on niggas, I'm on my vlone
When I was down bad, I was all alone
Bitch too annoying, keep blowing my phone
I'm cool on that sex, baby give me some dome
Crown on my face 'cause I sit on the throne
.30 in a Gucci bag, heat with a broom
Ape with a stick yeah I feel like King Kong
I'm smoking mojo dope, ching-chang-chong
Fucking your bitch she was playing my song
Sipping on lean, I don't play no beerpong
These niggas mad 'cause my money got long
Flex on these niggas, my pockets strong
Smoking exotic, can't smoke on no regular, aye
Can't fuck on that bitch 'cause she looking too regular
I'm tryna fit her somewhere in my schedule
You on that bullshit, Kpreme about decimals
Wanted that bitch, but her friend looking better though
One in the head I call that shit the antidote
These niggas look up to me like the pope
Slime in the cut and he clenching on scopes
They don't let me in, I'ma kick down the door
'Member them days I was serving them O's
Now I look at my wrist and that shit look too cold
I know some shooters, I throw up them fours
Two liter cream soda, I'm pouring them fours
I did some dirt that don't nobody know
The code that I live by is M.O.E
If you don't know; that's Money Over Everything
She talking brazy, she bringing a wedding ring
Had to boss up, had to switch to some better things
Walk inside Niemann I bought me like everything
'Member them days where I couldn't buy anything
Now I look up and this shit not the same
Me and G Cal we gon' swerve in a Range
Bustdown my watch, I can't fuck with no plain
Run to the money I feel like Usain
He act like he know me but that nigga strange
Run up your guap, I can teach you some game
I look like a lick but I ain't no damn stain
Watch too clean, I'ma call it that stainless
Bitch giving head to that stupid bitch, brainless
When I fuck on your bitch you can hear my chains dangling
Talking that money, a young nigga strangling

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