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XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 3

Album cover art for "XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 3" by XXL & Comethazine & Tierra Whack & Roddy Ricch

XXL & Comethazine & Tierra Whack & Roddy Ricch - Rap, Hip-Hop

XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 3

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July 25, 2019.

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[Verse 1: Comethazine] Claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me We outside your spot now, nigga, time to get ugly Have him shitting in his pants, nigga, pass him a Huggie Choppa bullets make him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie Catch him lacking, do your thang, then clean up the spot 'Cause who gon' leave some evidence? Nigga, I'm not I paid a hundred for the Forces, now there's blood on the bottom Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch, I'm not finna wash 'em She said ever since you got rich you act like a dick Nah, bitch, that ain't it, I just cannot trust a bitch Man, they think I got a problem 'cause I smoke out the pound Shit, I'll roll up 'round you niggas and won't pass it around And if a nigga got a problem, bitch, I got the four pound .38, put eight bullets in, then spin it around Put a potato on the barrel, bitch, it won't make a sound Shoot a nigga like a layup but I'm laying him down, gang [Interlude 1: Roddy Ricch] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Fuck all that talkin', let's do it, I keep me a ruler Bitch, I grew up with the shooters, slidin' in the back of the red with the roof up I got all white diamonds, Ku Klux, my bitch be naggin' too much Make it rain in Magic too much, I don't wear my Patek too much I be really, really, really gettin' pissed off Wear my Fendi even like my shirt look pissed off, yeah I got expensive habits, huh, Ace of Spades when I'm thirsty Plug lemme get it dirt cheap, we gon' pull up to the club thirty deep, ayy Spent ten racks on my dog, nigga, that bitch gon' alert me, ayy Made it out the trap, when it touch down, my dog gon' chirp me, mm Knew how to whip it 'fore I walked inside the first grade Knocked it out the park, I got rich off of first grade It's Richh [Interlude 2: Roddy Richh] Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Tierra Whack] The queen of my city, I'll prove it in this freestyle, Philly Mean mugging all your cheap smiles You a beach chair, you fold, I'm a beach towel The way I come around, everybody remain the same You know my name, with a dollar, with a dream, I changed the game Wait, a beach towel folds too I'll beat your ass if you run up on my crew Like a child at the zoo or a kid at the beach I keep talking 'bout the beach but I'm tryna dig deep In the sand, I leave my eyes open when I sleep I'm a man, WO at the beginning Bumping John Lennon, in my all white linen suit Getting loose, your boo think this a kissin' booth I dip and shoot, I need space like missin' tooth Now this is proof, I ain't even wanna do this But I knew this would prove it, I'm a teacher to you students, uh Peppermint soap, I brag and I boast I rack up my notes, you rappers a joke, I step on your throat I laugh to the bank with a bag full of pranks I'm the shit, so please don't be mad when I stank Yo, you ride in Uber pools, hot, but I'm super cool Make hits, Mayweather on you April fools Take your jewels, break the rules then I make the rules They hate on me but see, I hate to lose, yo Winner at heart, the joys of my art Used to want to be lighter, but I still shine bein' dark, yo I play my part, they all pay me respect My next pet is a giraffe 'cause I'm coming for necks Queen

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