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ccd ft. robbo - freestyle 1.0 lyrics

[verse 1: robbo] in the trap, hangin places that you can’t go
glock .40, lil bro kobe got the draco
always late nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
bad b-tch puerto rican, look like j. lo, woah
they tried to extort me, i ain’t pay though
only thing i gave them was a halo
a-hole, uber on the way, ho
f-ck her from the back, put my thumb all in her a-hole
i got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
all these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real
i got cake, i stay humble, know i’m the man for real
i got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
yo, who’s mans is this? (somebody come get this n-gg-)
all up in my section instagramming sh-t
i be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera sh-t ’
cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ sh-t

[verse 2: ccd]
they like, “ccd, why you so extra’d out?” ’
cause i pull up in a drop, like b-tch check me out
i don’t drive no tesla, i got too much clout
take it out her p-ssy hole, put it in her mouth
ooh, they like, “d-mn that n-gg- nasty”
yeah, f-ckin’ on a b-tch that’s cl-ssy
yeah, the d-ck was good, she har-ssed me
yeah, then i nutted on them -ss cheeks
2’s, 3’s, 4’s and 5’s, eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine
i commit crimes all the time, i convince my homies to slide
take this pistol, you down to ride? c-ck the pistol, it’s hammer time paparazzi, i’m tryna hide
f-ck the b-tch, she traumatized
yeah, just when thinkin’ you surp-ssed me
yeah, me and marcus link and we go hammy
yeah, we both ’bout to cop the lambies
yeah, valet the ’64 at the grammys

- ccd ft robbo lyrics

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