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freekey zekey - beat without base lyrics

lil’ wayne:
i got my capital s-wagger up, ya dig
young money, cash money, dipset byrdgang
where the team at
(welcome to dipset baby)

verse 1
lil’ wayne:
okay my leather so soft but don’t think i ain’t hard
they say “weezy make it rain” i said “b-tch i ain’t god”
but i am god’s son but you know i ain’t nas
see he got a positive aim and i aim nines
man lil’ weezy got a style that even i can’t find
man some sh-t just be so hard i be like that line ain’t mine
and if that is under a gram than that line ain’t mine
and if you n-gg-z talkin’ war, well b-tch it’s combat time
hey, i take three l’s to the head
love, live, life, and i’m dead
young money, dipset, that’s what this is
and if i ain’t good lookin’ you can bet my b-tch is
i done made it off apple street
like it was 2300 jackson street
young money, can’t join ’em nor beat ’em
where the f-ck is robin leach when you need him
a rich n-gg- can’t even buy freedom
that’s why i give my white b-tches everything but freedom
i do my white b-tches anything but beat ’em
and if they like rat poison, then i’ma feed ’em
i’m… so phisticated
fresh from antarctica, my wrist just made it
i’m rich b-tch, i ain’t broke no more
but i will still chop you up and feed your -ss to the poor
weezy, i’m ’bout my cream like a smore
you old -ss rappers better stay on tour
you’re like 44, i got a .44
i’m 24, i can murk you and come home when i’m 44

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freekey zeekey:
what’s a beat without b-ss
chain hangin’ to the d-ck n-gg- all them diamonds in the face
a homie get in dips sp-ce then i’ma show ’em .38s
when we ride this 25, scr-pin’ dat raw base yeah
(repeat)

verse 2
jha ‘jha:
dade county get it girl
5 riders wit’ it girl
you don’t want no problems, don’t you know we ridin’ wit’ it girl
dudes love me, say i got a h-ll of a swag
see me hoppin’ out them coupes, benz’s, bentley’s, and jags
with balindsyaga bags and some lil’ skimpy sh-t
got a lil’ bittty -ss so they focus on my t-ts
it’s the jewels that i wear, and the gleam on my wrist
and she rock her real hair, run ya fingers through this sh-t
i am something like a sh-t
any n-gg- i will pimp
ya ain’t got my money honey hit him wit’ a hollow tip
see freekey is crazy, insane, and hazy
and that’s my big brotha so do not try to play me
it’s gon’ be some’n shawty, the set is in the buildin’
throw yo’ b’s up shawty, patron is in my system
and that sweet stuff shawty, the zone is what i get ’em
when i’m geeked up homie, yeah

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verse 3
freekey zeekey:
this is how we ride, so high, drunk drive
got the pistol-grip get ’em gangstas ballas
we them chedda-makin’ villians, shorty give me ride
got a big mossberg and it fire from the sh-lls make you stop, drop, and pop it
c-ck the hammers, send the rocket, blow a socket
i won’t stop it, go-go rocket, hit your body or in bocket
toys pocket, sort of profit off his top and call them gnostic
take the profits, stack our toppers, don’t get popped
and get to shoppin’, nuthin’ less than 20 dog, we call ’em birdies
we call ’em big shucky-duckies, we grizzlies, you tellie tubbies
get busy with heavy money, you sh-tty, prolly all funky
you prolly some type of junkie
i’ll probably sold you the monkey
listen fall back d-ck, you don’t wanna get stripped
you don’t wanna see the dips straight f-ck yo’ b-tch
you don’t wanna see your jaw cracked, barrel from the smith
that pain’ll make your body twitch, the world’ll hear you saying “ay”
freekey

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