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lil drock - chi-raq freestyle lyrics

first i gave her the d-ck
now she walk wit a limp
y’all don’t know that i spit
but i’m sick with this sh-t
hit em with the flea fl!ck
first i hit then we kicked
hit that trick with the d-ck
all she wanna do is l!ck
man she might just, get flipped
baby, we don’t do kiss
hit that weed then take sips
too high, not in orbit
hit you with that 18, you know what that is
got so many problems, b-tch, you could prolly call me quiz
brand new local rapper, yet the best up in the biz
straight path man i know that i was born for the glitz
perseverance so strong, and i know i’ll never quit
bullets hot like the sun, and them sh-ts leave you swiss
girl yo man gon be p-ssed
when he find out what i did
baby you should shut ya lips
but know i always got a grip
so don’t try out any tricks
cause you know that sh-ts for kids
and you know i don’t flip bricks
but i might go flip some kicks
you never know
you never know
i might just go take yo ho
she call me d money, you could find it on a t-tty
signed that sh-t then left out
eatin breakfast call me chiddy
cold hearted but no pity
heard ya mixtape man that’s sh-tty
i’m a king b-tch, where my crown at?
in the backyard where you drown at
i keep a sh-ll that’ll drop you down fast
i steal your b-tch, you a clown, cat

my ese’s bring the brown out
my city, i hold down that
i’m the realest one that’s around that
i’ll leave you 4, 5, 6 feet down, cat
so you really wanna talk about my clique again?
do i really got to go and take your b-tch again?
sit down, take a puff of that reefer
girl on my side cause ya -ss couldn’t keep her
she got two friends, which one? either
this some real sh-t pumpin’ out ya speaker
send shots at ya head like ether
don’t follow him, b-tch i’m the leader
hit a l!ck on yo’ b-tch, have a siezure
drop a 4 off in a 2 liter
i’m golden, without the greaser
me and jay hit a l!ck, he keepin’
k choppin’ sh-t like a cleaver
this real sh-t, west meet cleveland
heard ya song, that’s whack, i’m sleepin’
keep a broomstick, b-tch i’m sweepin’
(bang)
1da on that beat
i be swagged out to the feet
bring that heat if you tryna get me
b-tch, all you rappers is sweet

you never set foot in them streets
f-ck you if you hatin
i said f-ck you if you hatin
i don’t needa make my own beats
yo
stackin like a kilo
keep sh-t on the d low (shh)
take care of my team
yeah i keep them on the best smoke
she call and i just poke
leanin like a slow poke
that sh-t make ya f-ck slow
and that -ss drop when she go low
swag brighter than day glow
walkin round with 8 hoes
line them up and they blow
wait they still think they friends tho?
chasin dreams like i’m milly meek
stompin ground was them philly streets
eagles games like every week
i been a man, only seventeen
so what happened to that mixtape
so fresh like i got bapes
yo sh-t so wack, while i’m sittin back
you still workin on that mixtape?
kicks so fly that they got wings
she only wit me cause the nice things
this b-tch on my lap
them 40s gone clap
scream f-ck a b-tch postin a thirst trap

- lil drock lyrics

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