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antny rome - freethrow freestyle lyrics

woah, woah (yeah)
woah (get it)

[hook: sko gotti]
left wrist (d-mn)
right wrist (yeah)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
just like a dike b-tch (just like a dike b-tch)
her p-ssy juicy, know i like it (juicy)
when she suck it, yeah i’m so excited (i’m so excited)
run up on me we ain’t fightin’ (buh buh)
30 on me, i’ma blow it (30)
you p-ssy n-ggas doing all of that cappin’ (cap)
nah, i ain’t scared to throw it (scared to throw it)

40 on me i’ma tote it (tote it)
all this money thought i growed it (thought i grow it)
money tall like a midget (tall like a midget)
i’m just stacking up these digits (stack up these digits)

f-ck on these lil’ bitty b-tches (f-ck these hoes)
they tryna’ get a n-gga knocked off (knocked off)
i don’t got time for these hoes (these b-tches)
i’m always posted on the block dog (block dog)

watch how a young n-gga flex (turn up)
i’m tryna’ run up a check (them bands)
flooded my ice out, patek (the watch)
not the rollie, the patek (woah)

f-cking your b-tch from the back (smoke it)
and i smoke on that thrax
i don’t know how to act
i just copped me the pack (aye)
went and bought me some act (aye)
i am back in the lac (aye)
went and copped me a jag
i swerve in the benz
i do it again (again)
and f-ck on two twins
with two f & n’s
you know we gon’ shoot it again (bow bow bow)

[hook: sko gotti & antny rome]
left wrist (d-mn)
right wrist (yeah)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
just like a dike b-tch (just like a dike b-tch)
her p-ssy juicy, know i like it (juicy)
when she suck it, yeah i’m so excited (i’m so excited)
run up on me we ain’t fightin’ (buh buh, nah)
30 on me, i’ma blow it (30)
you p-ssy n-ggas doing all of that cappin’ (cap)
nah, i ain’t scared to throw it (scared to throw it, no cap)

40 on me i’ma tote it (tote it, huh)
all this money thought i growed it (thought i grow it, grow)
money tall like a midget (tall like a midget, a midget)
i’m just stacking up these digits (stack up these digits)

[verse: antny rome]
again and again (ooh whoo)
again, and again, and again (all right)
that’s young lil rome
and young lil sko
he said he ain’t going again (on my life)
he just got out for a year (ooh whoo)
i seen my momma with tears (close your eyes)
my brother was serving out the house
yeah yeah, he did it for years (oh why)
for real (what)

young n-ggas no fear (nah)
way we move ’round here (how)
i’m tricking these b-tches
how could you love me
when i stole you from your man? (what)
nah baby, rome ain’t a simp (nah)
i’m spending this, neiman’s for fits (what)
all this fashion, i think i’m fiending
i might drown in my drip (drown)

40 on me i’ma tote it (tote it)
all this money thought i growed it (thought i grow it)
money tall like a midget (tall like a midget)
i’m just stacking up these digits (stack up these digits)

again, i flex (turn up)
a check (them bands)
patek (the watch)
patek (woah)

- antny rome lyrics

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