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FREESTYLE
Hip-Hop/Rap
FREESTYLE è stato pubblicato il 10 ottobre 2025 da Only Good Vibez Entertainment come parte dell'album LOVE OF THE HUSTLE
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Data di uscita10 ottobre 2025
EtichettaOnly Good Vibez Entertainment
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM103

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnathan Austin
Johnathan Austin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnathan Austin
Johnathan Austin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh "Wavy" Kang
Josh "Wavy" Kang
Mastering Engineer
Nishant "AYEFORREALMVP" Rawat
Nishant "AYEFORREALMVP" Rawat
Producer

Testi

Man this shit for real deal stoners
You ain't burning gas
Might as well pass on this shit, for real
One to the two, to the three, to the four
I got exotic bowls, send them right up to your door
Five, to the six, to the seven, to the eight
Fuck any hater, and fuck any fake
I got all this cake, and I don't know how to bake
Only time I bake is when I wake and I bake
I can see my fate like it's painted in a cave
She acting like she sleeping, eat that pussy 'til she wake
Pound town, make her bow down
Blew a three five, then I made this freestyle
**** going dumb, but I'm really geeked up
Put together crumbs, now this bread heaped up
Whey they got to hate?
I ain't did shit, but get paid
I be keeping it real, they trying to snake
Keep that shit away
Fuck a pistol, got a 12 gauge
Fuck with me, I point it at your face
Make it go bang, uh
Get the fuck back off me, like a stranger
I be burning color purple pack, Power Ranger
If a **** wanna try me and play, uh
Ima knock the dust off your chest, leave a stain, uh
Fuck with a **** like me and your life endangered
Be talking hella shit, but really 'bout it
Don't give a fuck, where my deposit?
Adding more numbers than a student in college
I'm on my shit, like I'm sitting on the potty
Caught a couple, but ain't tell a body
Riding solo, with the Glock up on me
Run up, Ima step up on you
One to the two, to the three, to the four
I got exotic bowls, send them right up to your door
Five, to the six, to the seven, to the eight
Fuck any hater, and fuck any fake
I got all this cake, and I don't know how to bake
Only time I bake is when I wake and I bake
I can see my fate like it's painted in a cave
She acting like she sleeping, eat that pussy 'til she wake
Pound town, I got big pounds
Blew a three five, high as fuck in the clouds
I ain't got to try, just hit 'em with a smile
Panties gone drop, pussy Niagara falls
Big player, never gone retire from the game
Bitch, I'm a big dog, can't keep me in a cage
Big racks in the house, looking like a warehouse
Came up from eating crumbs, now I'm always eating out, lil' bitch
I got one to the two, to the three, to the four
I got exotic bowls, send them right up to your door
Five, to the six, to the seven, to the eight
Fuck any hater, and fuck any fake
I got all this cake, and I don't know how to bake
Only time I bake is when I wake and I bake
I can see my fate like it's painted in a cave
She acting like she sleeping, eat that pussy 'til she wake
Eat that pussy 'til she wake
Eat that pussy like some cake
Slurp that pussy like a shake
Written by: Johnathan Austin
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