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Free The Shiners Lyrics - Artist : EST Gee
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Hop out With the chop out At my op house Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12 Be tryna cop out Drive bounds Smellin what I'm cookin Put the rock down That bitch Used to fuck with us She a op now Block bitch Fuckin' B Her excuse She sellin' beans Who want em for 17 A thousand under 11 Gs If check, exotic Know a nigga — yes Rapper where I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed Stress fresh Circle squares And that's a solid rep Quarter large This bitch hittin' hard She tryna not to stir I don't care I done dumped on niggas With they mama there I'mma jump out first You know I never been no follower I saved her Then swallowed her Supreme shoes Prada purse I don't trust a bitch So if I slip My youngest still will lurk Rappers second Killers first Mine's probably in Venice What's the next Still in the dirt Lil homie and cousin I'm young, thuggin' Big sprites they muddy 12 uncles nutty We been killin' for money Yeah we been killin' For nothin' Bird face in public Let's get back for our brother Nigga better not ask for nothin' Back up better not touch me Niggas get killed for clutchin' Niggas die before they blink they eyes Ain't even see me up in here Was foggin' across my eyes I ain't even get to fuck her I was high We just met one time I told this bitch I love her And I told this bitch Just fuck her Can't get me Gotta do my brother Count to 3 At 3 I'm dumpin' Bumpin' Jumpin' Fuck em Slump em Been yellin' free Reek I'm still yellin' free me ST, free the shiners Exotic weed Got Cs I ain't ban it Fuck nigga been tryin me Ain't no put it behind me I'm on this shit for real Ain't jumpin' on no deals Before I was countin' Ms I was keepin' up with drills I know what you ain't did And I know that you ain't built for smoke So why you playin' with a nigga Who done killed before We still young, thuggin Yellin' free all my brothers Yellin' free all the shiners Endited for wearing diamonds Fuck em |
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