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Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Chinx Drugz
That's right
I take it from here Let's get it What? That's right I'm a coke boy Straight out the fuck'n dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back R.I.P my brother Stack Bundles You know that I'm talking youngin we was mob'n, we was live'n lawless Clock'n all them dollars, watch'n them informants Last night I fell asleep, with dreams that be enormous Then them Ds rush the spot, they said they had a warrant Choppas for my haters, dollars for my thoughts Niggas in them pens, blow'n on them Ports Half a 5th of gin, deal'n with my losses, years later Same young niggas turn to bosses Bitches on them poles, try'n to make a live'n Niggas fuck'n up they re-up, throw'n money at the ceiling And it was all for the love of drug deal'n Stick your ear out my window and you hear them shells peel'n This is what they want, that fit just new york, button up and khakis Nigga fresh up out of court, niggas started off with weed, graduated to that snort They got they money up to come and see me on the court Damn right you know I served them Sell'n 12-12s to put 20s on suburbans back when niggas rode excursions And say the wrong word, get your dome lit, youngin why you play'n get the whole brick Aim'n at your top with extend yoppers, talk'n business with bosses over shrimp and lobster Comatose'n these rappers, put 'em all to sleep, and papi think I'm Dominican, so I got it cheap Coke boys ride'n 'till we break the ball bearings This tech empty out your spot like a store clearance I'm drip'n in all this poland, that's frozen water A chemist up on the stove with that boiling water They say me and my niggas make that south rap, so I let this geechy-ass tech push his mouth back Yeah they got it, but I take it from here, see we play with no fear, see that cake over there? I'm get'n tour money, talk'n ball money, we don't need no favors over here |
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