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fijimacintosh - 7:77 am freestyle lyrics

[intro]
don’t go
i’m working on dyin’

[verse]
diamonds cold like minnesota, sack your b-tch, no viking
b-tch, i get flyer than a motherf-ckin’ kite kit
flip that lil’ ho, i turn that b-tch into a sidekick
i don’t even move with k!llers ’cause them n-ggas so compliant
i can f-ck your b-tch but i don’t feel like replyin’
try to touch my chain, i bet this sh-t turn to a riot
big cancer, smoke up out the window when we ridin’
b-tch, where is my mind? it’s in the future like a mayan
after she sucked my d-ck she said that she don’t do this often
i’m like, “lil’ ho, don’t lie to me, b-tch, get to walk—”
yeah, these shoes are chanel and that’s two thousand just for walkin’
if the racks ain’t waitin’ at the door i cannot walk in
sometimes i feel heartless, don’t know where my heart went
prolly on the left side of my cdg cardi—
yeah, this truck big as h-ll, need two sp-ces just for parkin’
i’m numb to the pain, i’m with the gang, they bangin’ scarlet
pull up on your block and dated carbon
i plant my seed in her mouth, i call that farmin’
i lied to you when i said i would be honest
all this f-ckin’ drippin’, i didn’t even need a stylist
that b-tch that you postin’ on your ig, p-ssy got mileage
‘fore i get so in, mama, i promise i’ll go to college
i can’t read these n-ggas, swear i should’ve been hooked on phonics
i could never be 12 but i do take my vitamins, you dig?

[outro]
and, and, and this a motherf-ckin’ freestyle but style ain’t free, b-tch
hahaha

- fijimacintosh lyrics

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