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    "Freestyle" Lyrics

    Choklit Jox

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    Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
    Black, and BJ outta
    Wit the f*** up here man
    shit done hit the fan
    Let's do dis shit man
    Fo' real

    Let's do it
    What the f***?
    There ain't nothin'
    Else to be said

    Yo, I got a empire with niggas
    With thug in they blood
    I admire them niggas
    My desire is figgas

    Rockland b****
    Why hire some killas?
    Gotti heat like hail son
    And fire them niggas

    Pop off 2 clips
    Top off new six
    Rock frost blue wrist
    Still cop two bricks

    Cook crack in the pot
    Push pats on the block
    Cock the glock
    Pop up like jack in a box

    He crazy insane
    Mommys say loco
    I even push 'caine
    When the blow is slow

    And when the dough got low
    I got the high 'fo
    Back in the same hood
    On the block for 'mo

    Doorags, saggin' pants
    I'm baggin' grams
    Niggas smokin' the joke
    And then laughin' at

    "What if I get to blast a man?"
    Aw shit
    Boo watch out
    Oh shit, you capped
    That nigga yo

    You think I just got nice?
    Well I been at niggas throats
    'Til it even got worse
    And I got hennessy

    And coke in my system
    Hot chicks
    I f*** 'em and diss 'em
    I'm out to cop bricks

    Cut 'em and split 'em
    Put plenty in the bag
    20's on the jag
    I'm a big faced getter

    You get panties and brag
    Fo Fo too heavy
    So I'm bustin' the sag
    Slow dough, that's petty

    I ain't f***in' wit' that
    It's fo real when
    I spit these bars
    And cats like

    "Damn, How dis lil nigga
    Get new cars?"
    Stay high all day run around
    With thugs flippin' pies all day

    Rockland Nigga
    So you better make way
    'Cause we comin' for niggas
    Got guns?

    We ain't runnin' from niggas
    I know you heard that

    My real b****es!
    I'm less than a b****
    Never trustin' a b****
    I'd rather get head
    Than be f***in' a b****

    And it ain't nothin' different
    That's the way we roll
    It be them lame as* niggas
    Givin' dough to h*es

    Before I pay for a brick
    She taste da shit
    Put her back on a bus
    Wit it taped to her hips

    All my mommys
    Rock Gucci
    If we in the whip
    Put the dope in her coochie

    All my chicks like Snoopy
    I like dykes that like dykes
    But I don't like groupies
    I use to like tootie
    And that's a fact for ya life

    I got chicks that smoke
    Some roll dice
    Others like to fight
    But they all love ice

    Hip hop niggas
    They all thugs right?
    Nah, get dropped nigga
    Netta get plugged right
    Boo and Gotti true pimps
    Rockland for life
    Get it right

    [Boo and Gotti]

    For life nigga

    [Boo and Gotti]
    Boo and Gotti
    This song was submitted on March 14th, 2014 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Marshall Mathers, Andre Young, Devin Copeland, Calvin Broadus, Brian Bailey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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