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luh nate33 - 808 freestyle lyrics

[verse 1] choppa bangin like its 808s, i’m chilling by myself what the f+ck?, bruh i ain’t tryna play, i’m freestylin this bih off the dome, i’m treatin sh+t like a game, i dont give a f+ck about the repercussions and yes i’m the one the blame, on gang still going off the dome in the bih its a one+take,bored as f+ck in the house poured up and now i’m lucid dreaming,still not lacking, dumb ahh jhit tried to take my sh+t bruh i’m still on it, i dont know what you thought this was boy, you know i have knowledge

[verse 2] cheese and dope in the crib lace his ass, thats how im feeling, that boy not healing best believe he see birds when he flying,i’m tempted, f+ck around and do that sh+t bruh he real life lacking,i don’t give a f+ck about nun of that sh+t i’m bout switch the subject in this bih i’m wildin

[verse 3] cheese, dope and some motherf+cking hoes at the door coming in, backdoor his ass bruh i got his pole,wipe his nose, i’m talking violent sh+t onbro, i’m talking tagging toes, i’m talking bout leave his body out in the f+cking cold,it’s free my dawgs out the tent, he calling from the phone, told his ass to play it smart don’t matter jay5ive coming soon, back to
business riding reckless i’m talking ducking troll, in the courtroom, nevermind bih, you know i’m already gone

[bridge] my dawg blowing my f+cking phone bruh, hollon im tryna finish this bih bruh hold on

[verse 4] talking bout,you finished? no, it’s freestyle, its f+ck a chorus, i’m going in my dawg ever call my phone you know i’m blowing that taurus (bang), i can merch it f+ck blowing some sh+t,get in the ring i’m throwing like tyson(round 1), f+ck around and stomp his ass,seth rollins, nah its real like randy(d+mn), rko the n+gga got to close i had to get him gone(oh word?) f+ck around and get his soul right out of there going,going gone
ain’t no gta once you gone bruh, you real life gone, talking bout you can’t comeback man d+mn bruh, it must be hard, did it to your f+cking self i don’t give a f+ck i’ll do it again, oh sh+t i’m talking to much bruh thats self snitch

[verse 5] i don’t give a f+ck light his ass up like it’s christmas, what that n+gga said?, “switch’em down nephew” that n+gga snapped, bout to do that sh+t my d+mn self, i’m talking bout crashing out, i don’t give a f+ck bout no team you know we overclap, he ain’t catch my hat dumb ahh jhit bruh you must be mad,never doing that sh+t again i can merch that jhit don lost that fye,thats sad i dont give a f+ck best believe you know thats karma, n+gga beef with himself mind you, i really walked unbothered, f+ck them n+ggas,where the b+tches at? wheres your father, nevermind don’t even answer that sh+t i’m pounding sh+t she know im daddy, gotta chill on the beat its almost over like d+mn, i’m wildin looking to my dawg on the left like d+mn bruh, you should’ve said sum

[outro] 33, whole lotta y shi, droppin a whole lotta opp sh+t, clocking out

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