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Going On Tour Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Fukkit
Yeah (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Okay, look), yeah (Yah)
Going on tour, 'bout to rent out the Sprinter The paper we got wouldn't fit in the printer I'm putting that wood through a skin like a splinter I plan out my moves but don't use an agenda Don't say [?] or they get dismembered You must've forgot so I'll make you remember The flow been so hot it could burn like a ember Don't do it for money, I do it for pleasure Keep tryna step on the toes, get kicked in the throat They wonder when I'ma explode I spent some time on my own, unwind and unload Then kicked up my feet in the door, it's funny Back in the day I just wasn't that lucky Now I got bitches that's begging to suck me [?] the [?], you can't even touch me I'm a big dog, you my son, just a puppy Calm down, you ain't built like that (Okay) They can talk but they cannot scrap (No, no) It's a lot of cargo on my back (Yeah, yeah) Don't get sent to the beach like Sam (Death Stranding, hah) Eating escargot, you a snail (Lil' bitch) Seven years on the ground like a rail (Uh-huh) I was too underground for a deal (Lil' bitch) Now I'm too outta touch with appeal (Uh-huh) And I'm gone like I pop me a pill (Let's go) Running deep, pockets fat like a deal (Lil' bitch) Touch the money, we speaking in braille (Uh-huh) If he float like a boat, set sail (Okay) And she give me good brain like Yale, huh (Okay, look, uh) I been king of the hill like Dale, uh (Okay) Y'all ain't touching the top and fail, uh (Okay, look, uh-huh) Drop your body off Hell in a Cell, uh (Yeah, okay) Finish this sentence, we straight to the point Head or it's tail either way like a coin .30 clip hanging, it look like a groin Boy, stop tryna talk, we don't play with them toys Huh, nah (Fukkit), boy, stop tryna talk, we don't play with them toys I don't come with suppressor, we tryna make noise And his ass on a stretcher for tryna be coy Way too much money to be counting to be worried about that bullshit (Yo, Fukkit, [?], you're the best, dude) Y'all really gotta stop tripping, man (You're the best) Shut the fuck up, man (Oh), shut up (Alright), shut up Get the fuck out, man (Geez, man) We counting money in this bitch (Fuck, man, Jesus Christ) Relax, relax Going on tour, 'bout to rent out the Sprinter The paper we got wouldn't fit in the printer I'm putting that wood through a skin like a splinter I plan out my moves but don't use an agenda Don't say [?] or they get dismembered You must've forgot so I'll make you remember The flow been so hot it could burn like a ember Don't do it for money, I do it for pleasure |
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