She Twerkin Freestyle

Lyrics
[Intro] You know, this is a freestyle but the style ain't free [Bridge] I ain't never gave a fuck And I never gave a damn I ain't never gave a fuck And I never gave a damn [Verse 1] I ain't never gave a fuck and I never gave a damn Had a pot, had a pan, had a stove, had a plan I did it with my homie, yeah I did it for my fams Got 'em from my mans, broke 'em down into grams Had a trap going ham, had a trap gone bunk Cash out then I stomp, two grams then a blunk Real nigga not a pawn, you a pussy, you a punk Did your hoe, then I park, got a chopper in the trunk Slow hoe got me numb, gotta get it when you're young If I got it, get you some, none of y'all ain't get me none With the beef filet mignon, chew a rapper, bubblegum I ain't never been a bum and I ain't never been a lane I ain't never been the type to ever try and tuck my chain I ain't never been the type to have you call me out my name I'm the type to put the motherfucking money over fame Fuck your wife and run a train, fuck your life and why you came I can tell you 'bout the paper and the power and the pain I ain't never had a job but I've been working like a slave Aim up, Mary-Jane, cooking up, sugar cane Make it rock, I hit the block, I stack it up then make it rain Just to show these pussy niggas we won't ever be the same Had a bullet with your name but Jino got the Yoga Flame Tell the hater go away or I'mma leave you where you stay Got the dope like I'm a J and Ollie got the mini-K Got a L to slow the [?], need a M to keep me straight I never had a nigga put his hands up in my face You a worm, you a bait, eat the beat like a steak Shitting on you niggas, yeah I got a tummy ache Tell the rest they gotta wait, I got too much on my plate I got bars, where my chase, I got flow, I'm a wave Are you lost? I'm amazed, are you people entertained? Switch it up on niggas just to show it ain't a game All of mi gun dem ready, hmph Thug life like Machiavelli, hmph Haunt them like mi a Freddie, hmph Go ham like it's a deli, hmph All of mi thug dem a roll out strap Tell me, hm, what you know 'bout that? Poik poik poik when the four-four clap Po-po ask, mi don't know 'bout crap All of mi thug dem a roll it back None of my thug dem a know 'bout that None of my thug dem a know 'bout rap Hm, your wife? Mi a whore out that Hmm, rubber, skrrt, mi flow wrote that Smoke, give me [?] Skrrt, pull up, stop Bumboclaat, it's so easy, you know giving flows to the needy
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Credits
- Writers
- Zuse