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armani white - tic tac toe freestyle lyrics

pray for them n-ggas that folded cuz they made a staircase
that two door corolla bi-polar i gave it the bear cage
now i pull up switching the console
74 still get to swerve out
i’m swinging d-ck with a blindfold
bet i could still hit your bird box!
it’s a billionaire with me in the leer i’m in (talking!)
like he dont see my airpods in
taking all my money to the grave
rather be judged by 12 than be carried by 10
quicksand if he wasn’t in the sandbox when, n-ggas left me in the dirt/
i put the price of these pants and the shoes on your head if you n-ggas want me on a shirt, i tell em/
down set, hut is a bet… /
dial set, up, get collect/
80s powder in a baby bottle, shaking water like i’m making similac/
fathered them n-ggas, arthur-meme authors who thought it was smart undercarding a n-gga/
cuz i went on bet, f-ck up the lyrics and still i did better than all of them n-ggas/
i put the franklins on my tires just to burn that sh-t/
stuff my balmains to my urn that’s cuz i earned that sh-t/
i spent a decent bag on it with the hermes grip/
but baby keep the tag on i might return that sh-t/ talk about
(go!) walk with a limp when i’m strapped b-tch (go!)
why would i mention a rap diss (nope)
i get the drip from my baptist (go!)
i really preach what i practice/
your b-tch sucked me paralyzed when she see that i’m verified
and you blue checks on her, checked on her, checkmate wait!
(if he wanna know!)

i’m with the extra sh-t
i mean going to war off respect and sh-t
if a check on ya head and we catch it in red
you can bet that i get the director split
make a mess at the table with payrolls
i just bought my exes crib and made her exit it
i’ll yank a n-gga out his ghost
i’m in the exit lane and got the exorcist
i’s ain’t used to them…
talk off y’all’s computer lens/
if we pull up for smoke they sn-tch the vapors out they hookah pens/
(like where they go!?) don’t move this pin
hot head boy, can’t cool this grin
we kick ac units in, clear that room we moving in
you like to brag a bunch huh
man y’all n-ggas cracking us up
if my rosa park in traffic/
then y’all gotta back the bus up/
y’all keep on tacking us up/
and y’all gon get taxed the f-ck up/
you keep the bags and such huh
don’t really ask for much but

if you get a bag and i get bag but you got a bigger one… (ay ay!)
i get to tapping his pockets he faucet then i let the spigot run (ay ay!)
if i gotta raffle his cattle i’m feeding machine till the ticket done
greedy, i’m idi amin for the miney mo you get to pick or get picked i ain’t picking one
they gon book me fore they book me i don’t stay clear/
but still go hooky for some p-ssy i do not play fair/
and we don’t split a lick for nothing i do not take shares
if he talking like he high we on the highway there!

i’ma really need my water aye
she don’t need a thing i brought her aye
she ain’t even know i rapped (f-ck it)
i just like to beatbox on her aye
her lil friend wann delete my order aye
trynna throw a hint to me
that don’t get to me, i sling d-ck in threes
so even the third wheel get the sling shot on her
fiends at the ring playing ring round the wing
got a rosecrans shorty, tried leaving her jeans
got 5 on a couple other leaving the team/
but i’m ice cube, i could make a league out of 3/
if dan got a strap, manman got his back
if the plan outta wack, we can plan out attack
take the bam out the can blam blam out the crack
got on front street jammed and they ran out the back!/
unngh! call up percy! signing t-tty’s got my marker’s dirty!
greet me on the knees call it cursty, baby just don’t get it on my starter jersey
oh sh-t! lawdamercy! click fulla n-ggas and they all look thirsty
the only reason i ain’t been back to the block cuz i can’t find a spot for me to park the mercy

- armani white lyrics

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