Lunch Break Freestyle

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1900Rugrat - Rap

Lunch Break Freestyle

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[Intro] Huh, huh-uh-uh-uh, huh, yeah Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh [Verse] Came a long way from the mat on the floor So many days, I prayin' I hold Couldn't even bathe, cause I ain't have no clothes But lil' cracka, they ain't give me some more Beatin' my feet, damn near fucked up my toe Granny, she mad, fucked up 'bout a bowl I remember days we was out on the [?] Tryna find us some way for to get out Since I been in the game, I ain't sit out Swear that ho and her friend have a lip-off I'm all in her mouth like lip gloss Pour that deuce and then pop out, and charge the gamе I'll fuck 'round, miss the whole tip off She damn nеar sucked the whole tip off Walmart Rugrat, he a rip off All it take is some liquor, she get off Huh-uh, cracka Soon as I get my nut, told her, "Get off" Puss' so wet, I ain't even gotta spit on I don't even want her, I'm finna put Rick on her Huh-uh, yeah, huh I ain't never had no big homie I ain't never fucked yo' bitch, don't at me, boy, I wouldn't even speak on it She pillow talkin' 'bout her best friend, 'cause she don't want me for the leech off That's how I find she leech off me Two twin Glocks came with two beams on 'em I know she tired of rockin' SHEIN, so I put that brand new CELINE on her He say he gon' rob me? Dream on I done went up, put the team on Huh-uh, yeah, huh Pink diamonds and they blinged on That ain't my bitch, put the team on Money counter, it ring on Huh-uh, 'cause I ain't never cared 'bout nothin' but pape' Ain't nobody ever looked my way when I was broke, but the Js And that's all facts, no paper Hop out a coupe like, "Nice to meet ya'" Hop back in like a Batman villain, don't even at me the price of the feature I don't wanna fuck 'round, hurt yo' feelings Cracka be chasin' these hoes and chasin' the clout, but don't wanna chase no millions You know I'm scared of heights, I still done poured a pint and faced my fears Too high, I can't even steer Cracka got a AR just like he huntin' deer, huh I'm in Cleveland playin' wit' paint, something like a Cavalier, huh G-Lock 21 on me, sound like Savage here, huh How you lookin' for me, pussy, I be everywhere Slidin' through the—, and turn that bitch right to a cemetery High on a jet, I ain't need check my itinerary Every time I hit the post, they crowd around like dinner ready [Outro] Huh-uh-uh, on God, bruh, like dinner ready I'm 'bout to fuck this shit up, hold on Dinner ready right now Huh, yeah, huh-uh-uh-uh-uh Mmm, ooh, bitch, God damn, that motherfucker good

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