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cfgone - freestyle lyrics

[verse]
shoutout my label that’s me
i’m in this b-tch with tb
i’m in this b-tch with four-trey
i just poured up me a eight
real n-gg- all in my face
500 racks in my safe
500 racks to the plug
what you know ’bout showin’ love
what you know ’bout pullin’ up, in bentley trucks
make these b-tches fall in love
all of my n-gg-s on go
none of my n-gg-s no hoe
all of my n-gg-s want smoke
all of my n-gg-s together
we came from the bottom we used to wear each other clothes
none of my n-gg-s gon’ fold
couple p-ssy n-gg-s told
they ain’t my n-gg-s no mo’
hold it down for the four
in the nine with the woes
i got my hood in control
i got my left wrist on froze
i got my right wrist on froze
i got my necklace on froze
both of my ears on froze
i got my right wrist on froze
i got my hood in control
i got my hood in control
i been gettin’ faded, i’m sippin’ on maple
if she won’t f-ck i won’t make her
i don’t like b-tches with makeup
if she want t-tties i pay for ’em
get outta there when i wake up
i p-ss the ball i don’t layup
i’m a big boss, i got say so
they’ll wipe you down if i say so
dracos, on dracos, on dracos, on dracos
forties, on forties, on forties
i just bought me some new water
wetter than katrina shout out new orleans
i made a promise my n-gg-s gon’ ball
hard in the paint change my name to john wall
geekin’ off trees like a leaf in the fall
find a new plug then we takin’ em all
pull up in a brand new benz truck
hop out fresher than a menthol
lil n-gg- but i’m big dawg
all i gotta make is one call
hit a n-gg- block, took off
cross a n-gg- up, hot sauce
ooh i got ’em mad, my fault
talking bout the sh-t that i bought
poppin’ these percs i done turned to a savage
hundred racks stuffed in the mattress
hundred racks stuffed in the attic
hundred racks stuffed in the sofa
these n-gg-s play gangsta but they won’t approach me
i know they’ll never approach me
they know that they’ll catch all the bullet
i rock the gang to the fullest
i run with some real ones i don’t hang with no p-ss-es
i ain’t no k!ller don’t push me
i see how you n-gg-s be lookin’
i hope you don’t think you no bully
i’m livin’ the life i should star in a movie
ridin’ in a vert with a uzi
she want chanel, she can get it
louis v bag and her t-tty
they locked the door when we walk in fendi
save the 100s, them dubs, we spendin’
real dope boy, ain’t chargin’ no card
new g-wagon, she already got
real grown woman, she ain’t post her body
check price tags, you want it, you get it
you a thugger fan, you scared to admit it
get it for the show, im ain’t scared to admit it
l.a. for a month, you can get it from the city
sippin’ this syrup, i’ma need a new kidney
just tell me where it’s at and i’ma go in and get it

- cfgone lyrics

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