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freeway - with or without you lyrics

[hook: neef buck]
with or without
it’s with or without
it’s with or without
it’s with or without
with or without
with or without
with or without
it’s with or without
i’m getting’ money
f-ckin’ b-tches
it all spend
so what’s the difference?
cocaine money
rap money
you can get a 16 or get a pack from me

[verse 1: neef buck]
these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout money
got 30 bands on me right now
copperheads and that four-pound
make you and your young boys pipe down
these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout b-tches
they moms done been around
from south philly back to nicetown
you new n-ggas, y’all all clowns
indirecting on twitter
social network n-ggas!
instagraming your clothes
i swear y’all worse than hoes
i’m good on the green, i’m good on the soft
set the money off and i took a loss
if ain’t sendin’ or they ain’t make it
it’s all good, i’m still chasin’
down the reefer on silent street
eatin’ rasta pasta, drinkin’ rum and punch
sittin’ across from a bad b-tch
face and her body ain’t average
don’t talk to me about jewels
don’t talk to me about women
how in the h-ll we got the same bands
when my seats up when i’m bendin’?

[hook: neef buck]

[verse 2: neef buck]
i take seven out of doubt and it’s still locked
new guccis, they scott top
smoke grey, mess with true religions
new line, got me in position
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these hoes
wore this sh-t once but i love my clothes
got a hublot that’s rose gold
cartier that’s blessed down
pay for it right in nicetown
you can get served, n-gga right now
my strip hot but my jackpot
broomstick clip, don’t get mopped

[verse 2: freeway]
we been gettin’ money, don’t sh-t stop
and if we don’t ok then don’t sh-t pop
you been wrong, but you afraid to say it
i be parlaying at your b-tch spot
i sit in your drop, gettin’ good top
clean up her c-m with your mop
i got the footage, she fiend for the did-ck
and that’s why we did it on your couch
you are not invited to the
house party at your house
me and neef real, deal or no deal
we always being them wh0r-s out

[hook: neef buck]

[verse 3: freeway]
my beard big, my cars is pretty
no spouse, house out the city
every day i see bras and t-tties
these broke n-ggas been in bars with pennies
we eatin’ like we should, good and plenty
black santa, i’m good with chimneys
i’ll smoke y’all n-ggas then provoke y’all n-ggas
and hope y’all n-ggas try to rep y’all city
3-6-50, weighs 7-60
black 5-50, juice, trap star heavy
goin’ for your gun but we’re strapped already
you layin’ on the ground cause you clapped already
got dropped from the label, but i’m back already
sad, but a fat n-gga’s strapped already
got pushed one time and you’re cracked already
can’t take it back, you a rat already
i swear, motherf-ckers better back off
duckin’ motherf-ckers with a hacksaw
we thug motherf-ckers but we look good
we hard, but the level on a hacksaw
flow raw like f-ckin’ with the hat off
flow sick like f-ckin’ with a aids b-tch
blow sh-t up, young grenade d-ck
got eight bricks, started with a 8 ball

[hook: neef buck]

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