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dave east - xxl freshman freestyle: dave east lyrics

everybody keep tellin me make a club record
you ain’t trappin’ no more, stop makin’ drug records
n-gg- you just had a daughter, stop makin’ thug records
i brought that money back fast, i had the plug flexin’
welcome to harlem, el barrio, that’s the drug section
hit your b-tch with my jeans on, they makin’ love naked
i got love for my local, but i know cuz reckless
i ain’t gotta sleep in the projects, i did enough stressin’
my father was a rollin’ stone, but taught me one lesson
do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones tellin’
i know it broke my mother heart to see her son sellin’
i had c-ke in my dresser, [?] ever had a dream
biggie featured me on life after
i be with my same n-gg-s
i don’t really like rappers
n-gg-s can’t make a song for nothin’ but they nice actors
go and get a movie role
[?] baggin’ up tuna rolls
raw sh-t
i come from a block where you seen it but never saw sh-t
i be at the juice bomb, my weed gr-ss and bark sh-t
my youngin’ just came from up north, he tryna pop sh-t
tryna teach him somethin’ bout life and how we started
lower cl-ss poverty, homies from jail callin’ me
playin’ a number every day but never hit the lottery
liquor store on the corner, might as well get drunk
i remember that free lunch, wasn’t shootin we would jump, stump
n-gg-s like the end of a blunt
trap slowed up, i told papi i got ’em by the end of the month
i was thinkin’ bout 5 50’s with the cinnamon guts
these shots will blow your mind away, now your memory dust
in memory of, i got a j.f. kennedy buzz
presidential, call enterprise, i need another rental
tryna take a package down to north carolina
maybe buy some ferragamo, i’m so focused on these commas
if you never been broke it’s gon’ be hard to feel me
only a log in my vote, it’s gon’ be hard to kill me
they say practice make perfect, i’m at it every day
i’m thinking ’bout that consignment, sometimes i never paid
it was written, i’m gifted, homie come learn something
conversations ’bout paper, baby come burn something
east side

- dave east lyrics

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