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freshito - seeker rit lyrics

boolin in the lab , mixing sh-t , got my whisk
i ain’t got a dollar for a b-tch
hot tamales , what i spit
pockets on chubby , i’m chuckling
walking wit a limp
in my pockets gotta zip
i just know it’s gas don’t know what the f-ck it is
i don’t wanna f-ck ya b-tch
do us both a favor keep her out my messages
fresh-to not no mexican
but he working with the gr-ss like a landscaper did
she cook me ribs then eat my d-ck
and i ain’t never seen her kids
i’m just flowing river styx
steady rolling up the sticks
fazos whiter than some hicks
but still catch me blacked out to the f-ckin soles , you know how this goes
rolling on the road , up a roll , now i’m in my mode
n-gg-s been hoes , we all know , no need to expose
oh
plug yo nose , optimo , full of good dope
hit the hood hoes , p-ss her to my bros
we call that alley boppin
posted up groovy catch me in the alley boppin
p-ssy stupid wet , she gimme head , now i need to mop it
ran it up and i got ahead , they begging me to stop it
ain’t no f-cking stopping
to the top , like i was a rocket
ya got it ?

n-gg-s be like fresh , rap slow
i be like “n-gg- i don’t work for you”
came up the from the bottom on my f-ckin own
started off wit no dollars , and a pocket full of holes
popping my collar cuz i’m so fly
told her call me back ‘fore da phone die
walk around wit 2 chains , no lie
hold on – my blunt need some fire

-lighter flick-
i got all the b-tches that you try to get
forever hustling til ti riches look on the tiny tip
higher than the sky bridge , ice shine like the light in it
imma f-cking make even if i gotta take it on some thiving sh-t
thieving sh-t
i’m not tryna run or move , i’m leaning b-tch
couple n-gg-s wit me keep a tool , but that’s a secret
blunt i’m smoking on full of must , need some secret
blunt you smoking sounding quiet like a whisper is you smoking secrets
i be quick to screen a b-tch
f-ck then make her leave a b-tch
cigar got some weed in it
still feel like a king wit it
i’m just tryna make it to the top for the have nots , get my bag up and move on to some other f-ckin stuff
while smoking on a m-th-f-ckin blunt
my lips is dry as f-ck
that’s no cap
but i keep the chapstick tucked

- freshito lyrics

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