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Title | 33 |
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Artist | Freshito |
Album | Space Case |
Release Date | 2021-01-23 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering Rap on the beat Nd it sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it Word to the mother ship Cuz I’m out the sky for real Gifted way too different I must not be of this realm Nigga pearling woods don’t give no fuck about a stem , in this bitch wit broski Nd sum thugs can’t leave out gang nd dem dule hill Cuz these niggas really actors Get around da bitches Nd they turn into sum trappers I really came up out thе trenches I ain’t have no laddеr had to get it out the mud I did it thuggin cuz it’s faster At niggas necks I feel like a chiropractor Jus want the sex you can keep lil shortie after We in a session all you hear is gas Nd laughter , issa vibe issa vibe she a vibe I’m finna crash her Eatin boujee bitches off a silver platter Fuck her quickly I ain’t tryna pitter patter She said we talk but I ain’t wit the chitter chatter Outlined in chalk dey knocked his head off made it splatter Hit the kush I’m in a coma now I’m living inna dream , look in the mirror see it clearer , is dat him or is it me Either way dat boy da king Any day I’m serving fiends Billy Russell phone got rings , I get it in by any means Off the muscle , off the schemes , come wit money issa green Ain’t tryna tussle , here’s a beam , ain’t wanna fuck her popped a bean Can’t let nothing in between Me Nd me including me Scheme D M me aye Freshie It’s been a second here’s sum beats Couple months went by at least I said let’s work he said agreed I’m a pit without no lease All my whips ain’t got no lease I be speeding drinking lean , see me speeding thru the streets , freshito where you goin g A Irreality Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering Rap on the beat Sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it Word to the mother shipYou might also like |