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lancey foux – freestyle lyrics

[verse: lancey foux]

i’m going in dark, not lightly
i f+ck up the city, i’m a menace to society
ask frank, i turn the man to sobriety
lover or k!ller, i don’t know i might be
blue sirens, cause we red up the white tee
put them back in blood i’m shiesty
they gotta try me, they can’t be lightly
bad ting, yamaha, she wanna ride me
feel like bart, you can eat my shorts
i’m kicking my sh+t, this is ea sports
only 9+1+1 i know is a porsche
i saw what happened, can’t give no report
yeah holiday ting, i’m on a different resort
linkup when we linkup, it can’t be forced
i crossed off the bag, i’m seeing thеm noughts
yeah suit and tie, my shades tom ford
big boy artillеry i’m ready for war
tryna take mine, i’m crashing the course
p+ssyole, d+ckhead i’m taking yours
i’m taking yours, i’m stealing your soul
hot boy ting, but i’m keeping it cold
pink toe, came in like anna nicole
mortgage, i need a house for the show
snort it, swag been coming like blow
uh+, and i been rocking that dough
dior dior, i’m popping that smoke
lior lior, my money like cole
konichiwa, i shop in j+pan
ni hao ma, chinese for my baddie
bonjour, i take a flight out to paris
bella, i’m smashing this black italian (uh)
worldwide with this sh+t, i got all type of baddies
i’m taking my pick
i hope out my house and they taking my pic
i’m robbing the robbers, i’m taking the l!ck
control up, i’m taking a sh+t
condo up, i’m taking a lift
foundation, i’m making a wish
got a drop on my opps, so i’m taking my grip
old school h0m+sapiens, they know me i’m a well known alien
these d+ckhead yutes don’t know bout+ (chyeah)
these d+ckhead yutes don’t know bout me
i slap up the bouncer, what id?
shank on my waist and my hair dyed pink
and i came with the goons i’m so so [?]
smashing the famous ting, on a lo+low key
having s+x on manolo sheets
up and down, yeah she pogo me
on the pole, yeah she go go me
who’s the clone? i am so so me
yeah they talk, i am so so deaf
popping molly, i need more x
four bags and a phone, i just sent one text
i’m sick of these empty threats
trolling online, what you gonna do next?
sending a tweet, you ain’t got no check
keep talking, till we take off your neck
i manage my team like pep
i walk many miles, respect my step
went from the bus to the jet
i’m good in croydon, i linked up with s
real trapstar i’m good in the west
[verse: sl]
look, in the stu with lf
my brodie till the end
the mandem ain’t my heads, but good in croydon + bit stretch
the whole borough want my head, ever since my man turnt dead
my whole block been a drawout, why you think i ain’t in the ends
sh+t’s weird with bread, think you gotta watch out for opps
nah bro, go and watch your friends
i don’t want no benz, srt with a turbo+jet
look, i don’t need no skeng
stretch my hand for a turbo chef
look, a&r’s been talking my name
like the gang won’t swing it for s
90% in the cage, on bro give me too much stress
a&r’s been talking my name
like the gang won’t swing it for s
90% in the cage, on bro give me too much stress

- lancey foux lyrics

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