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Up In The Studio Gettin' Blown Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Juelz Santana
I'm just cut from a different cloth
And they don't make this fabric no more That money coming, I'm grabbin' it all Triple beam leaning, still balancing raw Still got the white, Macklemore Car seat smelling like I just threw the packing off Went down on me in traffic, I'm backin' 'em off Sex, money and murder, mastered it all Shot out to my macs but I'm Billy though Still on that gangland shit, really though Got a couple locs that I'm close with [?] Shmurda dance on your whole shit Free Bobby, free Rowdym, free the whole 9 Free Duski, free Chewie, free my [?] Act up, we at your neck like bowties Belly shit, bringing niggas gifts in a whole 9 Might send your woman crush on a road trip That pussy stuffed with a whole brick She don't smoke weed but she blow dick She don't smoke weed but she blow dick Buy it by the pounds, smoking by the zip Buy 'em by the rounds, shoot 'em by the clip Everybody down, everybody hit I said everybody down, everybody hit Nowadays the game full of lames and straight gays Niggas throwing shade and hate from a fake page Niggas catfishing for asswhippings Catch him in traffic while his ass slipping The MAC hit 'em let his jacks [?] Now you fresh to death, blood on this Raf Simons Fiends like 'Santana, where you at with it' Back like cooked crack, y'all done gave too many bad fixes Looking at my Rollie it's bout that time, yo Extended clip have your whip jumping like pot holes Yeah, 'm the main event you the side show Time's up, mine go (hit 'em with the Young MA flow) I think these niggas think I lost my mojo No, I think it's time I let these niggas know so They can't fuck with me and they know so I'm out here rocking Gucci like it's Polo Stil drippin' sauce, that's that Mohawk They know I got that spice that Adobo And I'm still selling coke tho Let me stop, you niggas cops, Robo My nigga, black an animal, stay on go mode [?] it go Ocho Chewie coming home, they like 'oh no' Cause they know how he playing with that.45 Ain't talkin' weed when I tell my niggas blow smoke Ain't talkin' rain when I say yo get your clothes soaked Watch my name when you rap, might get your throat choke Might tell your bitch to come over get these slow pokes She gon' get each and every one of her holes poked Lil Yachty in that pussy, I got that row boat Yeah, back on the heels again Born to lose, build to win Y'all niggas know now Nowadays the game full of lames and straight gays Niggas throwing shade and hate from a fake page Niggas catfishing for asswhippings Catch him in traffic while his ass slipping The MAC hit 'em let his jacks [?] Now you fresh to death, blood on this Raf Simons |
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