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lancey foux - rio freestyle lyrics

[intro]
“i need to hear you on one of them f+ckin’ flint beats
bro, please
bars, bro
no more walkin’, bro
we’re f+ckin’ sh+t talkin’ 2020
rio bag”

[verse]
i’m about to make some dough today
stepped out, shank on my waist like a rollerblade
stepped out, fur on my jacket, it’s gonna snow today
fresh out, how can i drown i’m on my own wave?
i ain’t got no calendar, been making up my own dates
2015, you would’ve caught me with a snowflake
2015, cup pink, this ain’t rosé (chyeah)
i’m ridin’ round the hood getting followed like i’m oj
like my car cat d, i’m ridin’ round no brakes
i gotta make sure the pack lactose so it won’t shake
i gotta make sure the cameras turned off, there’s no face
i gotta make sure (whew)
’cause the last time i didn’t, i ended up in the back of a van
when you see me, spud yourself, i ain’t dappin’ your hand
my shooter at the show paranoid, nearly clapped at a fan (woah)
standin’ in the corner like birdman, just rubbing my hands
standin’ in the corner lookin’ at the ceilin’, just thought of a plan
i keep tellin’ shorty to leave, she ain’t even got a man (nah)
n+ggas got nothin’ to believe in, they don’t even got a+
n+ggas got nothin’ to believe in, they don’t even got a plan (woo)
feel like a f+ckin’ chameleon the way i switch my swag
she fell in love with a demon, i am very bad
should’ve left that f+ck n+gga bleedin’ but the semi jammed
my n+gga made a m in corona, he know every scam
stepped out in the hood like the leader, the taliban
leapt out, my fist in the air, i’m an african
my uncle never takes off his hat on that ne+yo swag
i’m a young og so i got on my rio swag
i’m really one of the richest from my hood, they’ll tell you that
ex+drug dealer, if it’s sealed, i’ll sell you that
real hustler, buy it from you and sell it back (whew)
told the fiends, if i don’t pick up just bell it back
foreign ting, i can’t even say her name, told her spell it back
if skep’ never took me to the stage, i’d be sellin’ crack (woo)
(true stories)
i’d be sellin’ dope
conspiracy talk with no money, you woke and broke
the first time i told my ex i loved her, i thought i choked
i tried to serve my football coach cause i thought he smoked (hm)
chyeah!

- lancey foux lyrics

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