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Freestyle 2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Freestyle 2 werd uitgebracht op 15 januari 2022 door Administration Family Records L.L.C als onderdeel van het album Fat Ass N***a/F.A.N
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Releasedatum15 januari 2022
LabelAdministration Family Records L.L.C
TaalEnglish
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM99

Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Harvey
Joseph Harvey
Songwriter

Songteksten

Ayy
Ayy
Whistle
Jump out and turn your crib to the range where we shootin' at Yeah
Send fire at yo mans and he ain't get to return it back
Get you in your mans front row, tickets to see you Bernie Mac
I bet I get you **** off of me G-Shit and it don't cost a fee
Mob type, want that **** dead, come talk to me
Catchin' bodies in the old school, hit a couple corners then toss the heat
**** talkin' bout they cap, bitch I do the same shit when I'm off the beats Sheesh!
Flow dope joe, straight drop,
Middle finger to the police cause I hate cops
Big blue strips, Ben Frank with the face shots
Drop, got em runnin, got this motherfucker lookin' like it's Baywatch
Ayy How the fuck you want smoke and **** scared of guns
Keep playin', ****, I'ma pull up airin' one
Opp run into me, I hit the shot, it's an and one
Drop homie right here on the spot, it ain't no fair one
Ayy All my **** got them guns, shoot them shits for fun
Choppa to his belly, we gon' send his ass to Tommy Buns
I put **** up on funds, you **** my sons
Yo baby mama got that bag for you, you a crumb
Uhh Big smoke, bitch you want some
Bitch goin Crazy had to ask her where the fuck you get yo throat from
I ain't yo ****, I ain't that **** makin store runs
I hit the club with aBag full of motherfuckin' ones, bitch you want some
Hold on, I ain't Captain save a ho check yoself
These little ratchet ass Flint hoes is somethin' else
Play me like a pussy, PLR is makin' somethin' melt
Put them Sticks out the window, get to poppin', ****, you gon' need some fuckin' help
If I hit you with this lil' bitty chopper, gon' be feelin' like you fucked yoself
Stay strapped like a **** got a bunch of belts
Playin' with the gang, lil' **** is you dumb as hell
Fuck around and I be sittin' in the opp's driveway like a rummage seal
Why you in that trap spot catchin' all them sales
Why you liftin' all that weight? Is you a dumbbell
Why is you shooter and yo opp catchin' all them shells
Why big homie gangsta as the fuck, **** can't you tell
Flint **** beatin' on your bitch brown rounds
You gon' think she Nelly, how she keep on goin' down, down
You gon' think the Klumps up in the spot cause all these pounds round
Come up in my section with that flexin', ****, all you hear is pow, pow
Written by: Joseph Harvey
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