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Freestyle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Freestyle was released on March 5, 2002 by Wreckless Entertainment as a part of the album Sentimental Value
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Release DateMarch 5, 2002
LabelWreckless Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Screw
DJ Screw
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Gilliand
Reginald Gilliand
Songwriter

Lyrics

Southside, ****
Lil' Flip
Yeah, ****
It's bye-bye to you haters, man
**** hating, **** talking down and shit
Lil' Flex, I just came from Music Mania, dog
You only sold 300 albums, dog, in Music Mania?
I bought one, dog, I'm trying to help you out, man
You know what I'm saying?
I ain't tripping, though, baby, I'm bigger than that, man
You feel me?
Let's get it understood, I'm riding in a Jag
****, I've been balling out of control, I act bad
I'm Lil' Flip, **** know me
'Cause I do songs with Big HAWK and Pokey
Keep my name out your mouth, Lil' Flex, ****
Didn't y'all get a deal with Epic, then done took the check?
I ain't tripping, 'cause I'm a CEO
And I got thirty thousand people wanting to see me flow
When I stand on the stage, I leave the crowd shocked
****, I represent Cloverland block
Screwed Up Click, ****, I blew up quick
You wanna plex, ****? We gon' shoot up shit
How you wanna do it? 'Cause I get that dough
Fossil on your arm, I got a tic-tac-toe
Cartier, Rolex, the best
Southside, ****, I got much respect
I represent, you feeling kinda gay
You might see me and Shaft in an Escalade
We feel good, wood grain real wood
I stay right between SA and Hillwood
I represent, get more head than the president
****, 'cause I'm too intelligent to leave evidence
When I'm at the crime scene
All I do is blow the indo lime green
I inhale, exhale, blow it out my nostril
Freestyle dirty, I can freestyle gospel
The only reason I rap is to prosper
I'm at Red Lobster like a mobster
Dive hat, I'll pull out the mob gat
Some of these ****, they still want they job back
Flipping burgers, I'd rather sip syrup
Twenty inches, rip curbs, Lil' Flip flip birds
I sell CD's out the warehouse
****, 'cause I represent the South
These **** ain't getting no sale
Got a thousand dollar check from Southwest Wholesale
I cash checks, ride around in bad jets
****, me and Hump got a black 'Vette
Baguettes, we pack TECs to crack necks
Got a partner named Three-Two down with Laf-Tecs
What you **** wanna do? You plexing?
You ain't even a Houston Texan
I'm a veteran, thanks to my **** Screw
I don't claim red, I don't claim blue
I claim green, 'cause that's money
Get my piece made by my **** named Johnny
It ain't funny
Written by: Reginald Gilliand
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