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anthony 1999 - los angeles freestyle lyrics

[intro]
clear it up n+gga
you know the muf+ckin’ vibes n+gga
you know the muf+ckin’ vibes n+gga
nah, we in this
back in the stu, it’s been like 10 months
we in there

[verse 1]
bow, (bow)
movie, (movie)
st+rdy, (st+rdy)
ain’t even gotta run down on hoes no more, they already heard of me
ain’t gotta pre+game no more
why would i do that, i’m off of this perky
ain’t gotta stress no b+tch, can’t trust no b+tch
sh+t i got her working, (she working)
i got her doing it urgent, (uh)
she new to this
she not cricket, she virjin
walk out the house and i make a diversion
i did it on purpose
hold on, my d+ck in her, (uh)
got her screaming, squirming
billboard, bob stone
i’m bout to make it i’m certain
i’m bout to make it i’m serious
why this nasty b+tch hit my phone tryna f+ck on her period
come on, tell me this b+tch ain’t serious, (c’mon)
tell me this b+tch is playin’
i’m st+rdy right now, ain’t tryna get dirty right now
(hold on, aye)
ain’t tryna f+ck wit a thot
ain’t tryna f+ck wit a bop
that ain’t my b+tch, ain’t putting my tongue in her box
what do i look like
knock it out, (uh)
goodnight, (uh)
guns up, (uh)
fist fight
we see him, we get him, (uh)
we see him, we get him, (hold on)
expensive, my denim

[verse 2]
don’t gotta say what i do, they tryna do what i did
i cannot get too involved these n+ggas already acting like kids
look at his ass, sh+t i might put a foot up his ass
i den bossed up, new b+tch she got all the ass
don’t text my phone, stop
welcome to the party like to pop
she just wanna f+ck cause i’m hot
foot up, real st+rdy in the socks
dance with me
i got a gun, ain’t no mans with me
moved to la, it took one day, couldn’t even bring the friends with me
couldn’t even fit the pants, so how the f+ck could you understand, (uh)
n+ggas jackin’ that it’s luck, nah understand dog i had a plan, (uh)
motivation, hard work, plus i had the sk!lls in my other hand
n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with me
don’t try to compete
if i don’t get the sh+t off my chest, it’s bothering me
old b+tches in my phone still calling to see
said ant, remember the one time you was at my house, way all up in me
man i got a girl, stop calling my phone with that sh+t cause it’s falling on me
you walk in this muf+cka with a lil attitude, you gone be ordering t++th
top of the tier and better than n+ggas, you know how it’s always gone be

- anthony 1999 lyrics

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