Super Dupa Limonade Freestyle Testo
Testo Super Dupa Limonade Freestyle
D-Town westside, Yea I said it westside
But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it's bedstie,
You are now fuckin with the newest nigga best out,
Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz I'm stressed out,
L.B checked out, Bad bitch chest out (them titties)
No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out,
Oh well that's everything I'm not concernin (fuck it)
I'm on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin
Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin,
Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney 100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin,
I'm in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin,
Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick,
Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive,
Jesus chain testify, I over Accessorize,
Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when I stretch her out
When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen, When you up in the party
Man why is all the broads missin, And I just drop lines
Like a nigga goin fishin, Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon missin
And I spit (Scratch) that retarded shit, Just call it autism
And I'm so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition
For me, Cut-Cut Look immma dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon
Pick her up,
Yup,
And I'm unusual as shit, I am superbad yo girl prolly
Doodlin my dick, And it's a couple school up in my head that
Could use a fuckin wrench, and I'm jus lookin at the game like they can use
A fuckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon
Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster, Kanye first,
Then I'm comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe, Dimes and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls,
Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper,
Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites,
First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don't
Worry bout my niggas they're good, Marshall,
Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo,
Ballin 'till I get a milla-check Darco,
I just give em line afta line, afta line afta... Afta line, afta line, Bar codes,
They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz I just blackout in the booth,
Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches, The seeds finna blow,
I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga,
I put that green up like missle toe nigga.
But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it's bedstie,
You are now fuckin with the newest nigga best out,
Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz I'm stressed out,
L.B checked out, Bad bitch chest out (them titties)
No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out,
Oh well that's everything I'm not concernin (fuck it)
I'm on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin
Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin,
Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney 100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin,
I'm in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin,
Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick,
Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive,
Jesus chain testify, I over Accessorize,
Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when I stretch her out
When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen, When you up in the party
Man why is all the broads missin, And I just drop lines
Like a nigga goin fishin, Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon missin
And I spit (Scratch) that retarded shit, Just call it autism
And I'm so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition
For me, Cut-Cut Look immma dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon
Pick her up,
Yup,
And I'm unusual as shit, I am superbad yo girl prolly
Doodlin my dick, And it's a couple school up in my head that
Could use a fuckin wrench, and I'm jus lookin at the game like they can use
A fuckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon
Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster, Kanye first,
Then I'm comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe, Dimes and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls,
Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper,
Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites,
First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don't
Worry bout my niggas they're good, Marshall,
Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo,
Ballin 'till I get a milla-check Darco,
I just give em line afta line, afta line afta... Afta line, afta line, Bar codes,
They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz I just blackout in the booth,
Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches, The seeds finna blow,
I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga,
I put that green up like missle toe nigga.
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