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Freestyle
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Freestyle wurde am 25. Dezember 2024 von New 11 Records als Teil des Albums Helluva Winter veröffentlicht
25. Dezember 2024
LabelNew 11 Records
SpracheEnglish
BPM
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

(Mm, Manny, cook that shit up)
Yeah
I can't even sleep at night, phone still ringin', old-head knockin' (On God)
I got on six-thousand dollar jeans, Jesus-head chain, went and caught a body (Six racks)
I'm on promethazine, codeine, and I just took a half a Roxy (Real Tris)
I ain't got a cold, but I'm sippin' Tuss, got the styrofoam snotty (On God)
I got a couple thousand for you, bitch, you hit the road for the kid (Shit)
I got a couple thousand for you, ****, you hit the block with the switch (Frrt)
Mix the Pai with the Tuss, ****, you ain't never did this shit here before (I'm high as a bitch)
Brother came in the clutch, got a gold stack, bet it on the ten or four (Rich)
Nine Lams and my bucket (Mm)
Make the bitch fuck me and my brother (Skyami slidin')
That bee Bentley buzzin'
Bake this cake, put the pussy in the oven
Make a million poppin' shit, nothin' like this
She suck my dick, must like how my ice hit
White thick bitch kinda like Kylie Jenner
I'm front row BET like Backend
War stories, ain't goin' for it, can't do it
Grab my guns out the pond, you fuck with me
Fuck that cream soda, come drop a deuce in it
I got the mids, you gon' care about me, fuck with me
I could put my name on it, come turn your trap up
Hundred 'bows gone, **** can't fuck with me
Bad bitch in 'Lac truck, lap up
Make love to a Muslim bitch, she Indian
I could see myself big as fuck in a year, flew right past, this my opinion
This a ten-hour drive, got dope in this car, can't smoke weed, know I'm a genius (I'm BD)
Them **** tried to come around gang for mentions, mouth closed like Ferb and Phineas (That shit weak)
It's cold as fuck, the snitches wrappin' up, camera all the business (I'm scared)
It's get down or lay down, foxes comin' like Suge Knight and Beanie Siegel (Frrt, frrt)
My biggest pet peeve hangin' with new ****, scared they play with beepers (Uh, no phones)
Couldn't afford no Tris back then, ain't throwin' shit away, empty bottles, I keep 'em (Huh, on Trill)
You can't put your mouth on my cup, you don't even brush your teeth, heard your shit be lethal
(Start the bitch over, Carl)
Written by: Fatt Macc, Fox BD, YTB Fatt

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