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    "Freestyle" Lyrics

    Yungstar feat. Z-Ro

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    Ha ha, 2000 and 1
    Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
    Getting off my chest, know I'm saying
    Cut these all the way off people, feel me
    Yeah, this how it go, fa sho

    Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
    I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
    Never been a hoe, never been a broad
    Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God
    One time, gotta keep it real
    Got gold and diamonds in my grill
    I'm for real, doing it like a song
    Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long
    Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game
    Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change
    Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle
    Hold up my nigga, one day we gon' bubble
    Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down
    I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time
    Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup
    Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck
    About the law, nigga fuck the FED
    I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head
    Family getting fed, me and my wife wed
    I'ma come down, I'm a Southside vet

    [Chorus]
    Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
    And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside
    Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
    And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside

    Like a drama bull, plus I got pull
    When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool
    Popping handle bars, popping a X
    I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest
    And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack
    Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack
    Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game
    Said it one time, now everybody know my name
    Hollin' Ro, do another show
    Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
    Charge twenty grand, for a show
    Plus, I want half of the do'
    In this rap game, to get all the do'
    I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow
    Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio
    R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though

    Hold up, cause we balling
    See us coming down looking good, and we crawling
    Ain't falling, I ain't stalling
    Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling
    To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind
    I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine
    All in they face, like a motherfucking moon
    A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton
    Sitting in the microphone booth, going off
    Working with the hard, working with the soft
    In the motherfucking game, stacking my change
    I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn
    On my motherfucking block, it go down
    I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town
    Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying

    [Chorus: x3]
    This song was submitted on October 11th, 2016 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Fatim Diop, Moustapha Cisse, Mamadou Lamine Seck, Abdou Fatha Seck, Mansour Jacques Sagna El Hadji, Nicolas Omar Diop, Derek Fevrier.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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