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Slowking Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Francis, Oliver
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Smoke that loud and I blow that swish Roll that blunt I can fuck your bitch Got a little codeine with the champagne sip I blow good tree hoes on my dick I split, swish, pour a lil cris In a 4 door with the real dark tint Two white cups in the cut I sip Rollex wrist bitch that's time well spent I gets money fuck bitches Sip drink blow swishers We was out in paris steady blowin doobies in the hilton She catchin feelins My swagger is at a million Go on bow the fuck down when the king is in the building I'm smokin that loud and I'm twisting that dank In foreign whips with that all candy paint Cash in the bank Fuck with you think After we fuck ain't no feelin the legs I'm sippin on lean with your bitch Throw it in fifth That ho she holdin my dick Glow gang the set bitch you know what it is No one you know that flow colder than this Yeah everywhere I go hoes twerk Everywhere I go I sip syrup Everywhere I go I got a jansport full of that work Ziplock full of that purp Clip locked pussy get murked Pussy get murked Leave you lyin face down in the dirt Think I'm yung lean imma make your shit hurt Imma make your shit dead imma make your shit hurt all day like Ya'll don't really see me out here gettin all this money And ya'll ain't really see me out here man ain't shit funny Pulled off in the whip with a bitch on my dick and a blunt to my lip all day On the daily Man I get paid Man this shit crazy Never thought that I would live this lavish I've been chillin on the beach with a bad bitch Then we pull up to the suite smoke some cabbage Come and see me on the street with a Glock on my hip Fuck around wrong imma let that shit slip See me with the cup and the lil syrup sip See me with the cup and the lil syrup sip See me in the cut with a blunt to my lip yeah Again and again I'm in the benz with a bitch and her friends Smokin a blunt and we sippin champagne in the back of the whip with a whole lotta weed and some money to spend Know I showed up with a sac of that shit Got them doobies some blunts and a cup in my hand Fuck what you heard I've been stacking them chips And I might fuck your bitch cause she think I'm the man Damn I'm goin ham Walk in the club and I threw up a hundred grand I'm the man Say what you want but you know I ain't frontin I am what I am Roll me a blunt and you know I done stuff it with seven grams Seven grams Bitch |
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