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lil matt - damn freestyle lyrics

[dj scratch for 5 seconds]

[someone with deep voice]
lil’ matttttttttttt, i know your their
f-ck you then, i don’t need you

[lil’ matt: talkin’]
yeah, this is lil’ matt
f-ck dat b-tch n-gg- i don’t know him
my alb tha freestyles comin soon
my man lil’ crippa in the house
lil’ ed my cousin
lil’ hustla my n-gg-
hey let’s go

[verse 1: lil’ matt]
my name is lil’ matt
i came down the street
f-ck you n-gg-, i ain’t crippin down your lane
i’m just sippin leen cutting a lil bit spleen
but you know me, i’m really free
if you want to be with me b-tch n-gg- you ain’t gonna be free
last time i saw, i saw you crippin down my lane
f-ck you n-gg- comin crippin sippin down my f-ckin lane
n-gg- you ashamed, you gon be framed
i’m a h-town reppa, lil’ flip and others
diamonds in your face like that b-tch mothaf-cka

[verse 2: lil’ ed]
lil’ ed is back
sippin down my lane
n-gg-z like you need to get f-ckin framed
but i’ma show you the true power
you know me, i ain’t drinkin food powder
when i first went down south, i had big mouth
n-gg- i had a f-ckin house, with my cousin lil’ matt’s color-changin mouse
we like sippin leen sometimes cutting spleen
f-ck those n-gg-z that we don’t like
especially t.i. cause he a b-tch
and we don’t b-tches that gon be a snitch

[verse 3: lil’ matt]
joe budden you a b-tch
you need to stop rappin
f-ck you my n-gg- you need to go to club and start slappin
go to church, and start clappin
n-gg- you need to stop f-ckin, stop suckin
b-tch n-gg-z like you need to start farting
you don’t know me, i’m a h-town reppa
i’m friends with mike jones, paul wall, lil’ flip and slim thug
you need a hug, i’ll turn you into a bug
go to h-town and you ain’t makin love

[verse 4: lil’ hustle]
lil’ hustle got pure mexican muscle is hustlin
f-ck about the neon b-tch n-gg- you ain’t standin on corner like deon
lil scr-ppy you a wh-r-, you live on the floor
you ain’t neva eva eva eva knockin dat do’
you need mo’ leen, if you come i’ma cut your spleen
i ain’t crippin down yo’ lane why you doin it to mine
f-ck you lil scr-ppy i’ma blow your mind break your spine
you don’t look fine, you need batteries
f-ck you up and you’ll get flattery
lil’ hustle gots the muscle
n-gg- you ain’t got no hustle muscle you just got rustle

[verse 5: lil’ crippa]
crippa in the buildin, you suck your pinus
sippin down on your ur-n-s
crippa representatin the swisha house
i don’t f-ckin live houses
my pet ain’t a dog, it ain’t a cat, it’s my big hand slap on your face
you need to pick up the pace, go to outer sp-ce
think about all the sp-ce you got with no sp-ce suit
think you could breathe, suck it up and you’ll be to your death
crippa and matt are best friends for life, b-tch n-gg- don’t talk about that alley life
sippin on yo’ lane, whatcha wanna do
i want to do what i want to do n-gg-

[verse 6: lil’ matt]
lil’ matt again, gettin a new tat again
i’m supremely positive, i ain’t a false again
sh-t n-gg- you’ll a b-tch f-ckin snitch again
you know i’m sippin leen, i punched you, you bleed again
i gained a lot of respect, you just got slapped again
flappin your wings, you know i got my bling bling
i been switcharoo, like a f-ckin kangaroo
my favorite number is ninety-nine, joe budden you owe me f-ckin 5million dimes
n-gg- i need to shine what the h-ll you think i’m blind
f-ck you joe budden you just a hoe b-tton
you ain’t gonna be sh-t b-tch n-gg- you ain’t got the greatest hit

[all four talkin’]

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