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cookin soul - freddie flex lyrics

[sample]
know that you’ve been cheating
gonna take a beating
the truth is catching up with your lies
friends, you know the reasons
you performed the treason
you’re catching up with your own style

(cookin’ soul)

[verse]
yo why they startle me?
leg shot, almost bled out your artery
kidnapped your wife, duct tape her, i ain’t got no heart in me
on my spike lee, might direct or produce and starring me
f+ck r. kelly, b+tch, i’m the new king of r&b
n0body sing like freddy kane and it’s documented
think i heard his last five heartbeats when that chopper hit him
your enemy my enemy, if you with me that’s our religion
rock his ass to sleep if i get an inkling you rockin’ with him
a short statement might leave your ass with a long sentence
jail time wasn’t in the plan so we took his man with him
daddy in the hospital, i was crying and praying with him
government was giving us covid, it was a plandemic
it ain’t no choice but to stand in it and get some money
the rap money to the trap money
well f+ck this trap money, i need nba supermax money
ballin’ like a b+tch while my jumper was broke
had to share my clothes with my cousin, his momma on dope
p+ssy n+gga, i don’t squash the beef, what you calling me for?
put you in the back shout out to stack i want all of the smoke
shoot you and get out of jail free like monopoly, ho
freddy gordy
my uncle told me don’t go to war if you can’t afford it
f+ck the supreme court, b+tch, you should’ve been aborted
you signed to three or four n+ggas, might as well get extorted
white knight sergio suit like i was richie porter
but i ain’t goin’ out like richie porter
a n+gga money gettin’ taller my list of homies stay gettin’ shorter
freddy wap was juggin’ but my connection just got deported
every house i got set up off the mountains or off the water
that’s facts, b+tch, put this gary sh+t on the map, b+tch
made it out the g like my last name was jackson
f+ck an ally, i’m the bad guy of this rap sh+t
’bout to squeeze akademiks titties, i love a fat b+tch
you a d+ck in the booty, n+gga, go get the strap, b+tch
they say, “rabbit, let these n+ggas breathe”
i guess they playin’ from behind tryna up the score ’cause you in the lead
but i say f+ck it let these n+ggas bleed
clique full of westbricks, it ain’t a shooter on your whole team
ballin’ like a b+tch while my jumper was broke
put you in the back, shout out to matt i want all of the smoke
shoot you and get out of jail free like monopoly, ho
freddy gordy

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