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lou the human - we can't stop freestyle lyrics

came in sober and i left in a fog
till i’m dead and gone i’m forever repping the squad
dog i wrote this sh-t with a such a f-cking headache on god
ironic cause im such a motherf-cking headache for y’all
b-tch you could dead the facade, sh-t i was destine to pop
it ain’t holloween but u pretending a lot, so sh-t i’m egging your spot
she always snooping a detective a lot
but never getting answers like when you question a cop
b-tch i’m heaven sent and devilish
and never gon stop ever kid
im a f-cking threat and its evident
hand the feds all the evidence
p-ss the refer to priests
and hand the meds to a reverend
bust a shot at a cop
aim for the head of the president
if you a opp you irrelevant
sh-t ill pop on a veteran
tell my idols to suck a d-ck
and role models i’m deading em
motherf-cker’s ain’t getting him in a thousand years
yall ain’t never had a real chance you a stallionaire
and if you not aware ain’t n-body give me sh-t
on some jimmy sh-t i started from the bottom
so if you try to pull up on em like a lick on some gimmie sh-t
you could catch a double shot some pauly d and vinny sh-t
and she don’t give me lip but she give me lip
this flow i started go r-t-rded on some timmy sh-t
yeah you blonde hair rappers look like timmy thick
yall my sons that’s a fact that’s a fendi kid
im from where they sell the type of sh-t that got demi lit
on one side and on the other side the semi rip
i feel like i’m dying everyday i’m on some kenny sh-t
so im bussin shots until i’m shot i hope you ready b-tch
yeah can’t deny a god in the flesh
ill hommy a vet k!ll a goat & body the rest
i’m like miley i just party & s-x
and rebrand the next week like it was hardly regrets
i just marley’d my chest
ex’s call me a mess
my exes call me a lot but dog i always reject
model chick from les ain’t even kicking her game
but i was playing therapist the way im picking her brain
im still sick & deranged i ain’t picking a lane
b-tch ill sing about my d-ck in your dame
and then i’ll spit she was lame
your girls eyes light up soon as you mention my name
& they tweet about the kid but they won’t mention my name
f-ck @ing me just get at me
you tougher online with a avi
ain’t no flame that could match me
im in a suite downtown and im training a baddie
with so many back shots that i gave her a fattie
yeah
im a tweaker ill admit it
i been going f-cking crazy for a minute
won’t say it i ain’t meant it
can’t say that i ain’t sayian i ain’t krillin
b-tch im trunks when im bussin how i f-cking finish busters
im a trippy motherf-cker, getting hickeys out in public
my b-tch trippin like the 60s she a hippie and i love it
if ain’t some type of sticky or the piffy i don’t want it
if she come with too much baggage ain’t trippin i don’t luggage yeah

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