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leed – studio freestyle lyrics

[verse]
i’m in the stu and i’m writing this verse though
we doing one take no rehearsals
high off this gas and i’m selling the percs though
f#ck all the ops hope they taking this personal
they caught you lacking i told you be careful
kept talking sh#t and the gang heard an ear full
i heard they was stomping you out til you can’t move
then drove you up to a forest you bear food
yachty in 2016 i need one night
nas in ’01 i just need one mic
i don’t throw hands we having a gun fight
if i’mma k!ll you i make sure it’s done right
ain’t even trying this sh#t is just some light
thinking i’m shad moss balling just like mike
she think i won’t hit a woman you d#mn right
i’m pulling up with some dyk#s around midnight
okay
i bust down the watch and the roley is two tone
i got a b#tch that’s so bad she do no wrong
my n#ggas suited to shoot it like socom
stay puffing gas why you think i be so calm?
say you don’t like me but you on my profile
my hoes on the pill i ain’t having no child
get out my car made that b#tch walk like
4 miles
she want my number i told her my phone died
and i been rocking two chains no lie
and i don’t use the oven i’m more of a stove guy
how you a trapper? i fronted you work and you couldn’t even move 4 pounds
he ran with the sack and we k!lled him
n0body taught you to just punt on the 4th down?
i know that you mad cause you know that i’m it and i promise we don’t need no more clowns
i see that you mad cause you know that i’m king and you know they ain’t giving out more crowns
pick up the drugs off the boat in a matter of days we spread it through uptown
wanna see magic just watch how i turn this white powder into light brown
cooling system with a new rubber grip
got back pains so i walk with a stick
fast lane so i drive with a stick
ricky bobby how i’m hitting that sh#t
you a b#tch you don’t gotta admit
broke his t##th now he talking like this
give a f#ck what you say in a diss
threaten gang now your head on a dish
keep a mask like i’m ugly as sh#t
whip it out i ain’t taking a p#ss
after head no you don’t get a kiss
epileptics don’t look at the wrist

- leed lyrics

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