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malc deezy - voodoo (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
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f+ck with draco, you could run it on back streets

[verse 1: c glizzy]
watch yours, cross your t++th, toe tags and body bags
all we did was come up, tell me why they f+ckin’ mad
creepin’ through your backdoor, prolly while you sleepin’
know what it is, b+tch, it’s jack boy season
one, two, three, uh, no opps in here
all my n+ggas with it, yeah, they got choppers and sticks, uh
one, two, three, uh, four, five, six, uh
all my n+ggas with it, they got them choppers and sticks, uh
ten glocks in the party
eleven n+ggas with me, yeah, we like to party
twelve n+ggas with me, they gon’ put you in your sh+t, uh
thirteen, that’s the clip, but extension, that’s the d+ck, uh
i was ridin’ with my n+ggas, ridin’ in the stolo
and i like that nine but i don’t f+ck with tony romo
i was wearin’ the glock, yeah, i had my n+ggas with mе
f+ck a hundred, keep it a buck fifty
baby, if you with me, let mе know, is you ridin’?
this a freestyle so i’m still f+ckin’ slidin’
already know lil’ thot, baby, i be glidin’
uh, uh, yeah, know i be glidin’
cottonmouth in that booth to my left
got a bad b+tch, she left lookin’ like a f
already know, b+tch, don’t care about myself
i’ma, uh, with a, ah, and that, ooh, ooh, there
all my n+ggas with it, yeah, yeah, ayy
all my n+ggas with it, yeah, yeah, ayy
this a freestyle, lil’ n+gga, yeah, yeah
get in, b+tch, uh, yeah
freestyle, yeah (ooh), all my n+ggas with it
[verse 2: malc deezy & c glizzy]
juvenile mindset, run up on you quick
mind on the cheese, give a f+ck about a b+tch
that lil’ trigger, i’ma squeeze, watch an old man get slit
sniper boys, pull up on my n+ggas, we’re the sh+t
thinkin’ that you real, you are really counterfeit
n+gga, what’s your deal, uh, uh, i’ll split
ayy, give a f+ck about a b+tch
ayy, n+gga, i’m the sh+t
ayy, i’m the sh+t
no, i’m not number two, but, n+gga, i’m the sh+t
ayy, you could suck my f+ckin’ d+ck (ayy, ayy)
ayy, i’m freestyle’ in this b+tch (ayy, ayy)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, jump

[verse 3: c glizzy]
drive the range rover and that b+tch stolen
all my n+ggas with me, yeah, we like pokin’
and i got them plays, h+ll yeah, there’s motion
i was just a juvenile, i was l!ckin’, i was scorin’
momma was a crackhead, h+ll, not a lie, ho
i ain’t never go, yeah, you bang dead flies, uh (yeah)

[veres 4: malc deezy]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, dead flies
bad blood in my body, boy, this sh+t get violent
i got green on my plate like i’m on a diet
told ’em, “don’t scream,” told them folks to keep quiet
these n+ggas lookin’ for me but i ain’t hidin’
these n+ggas talkin’ sh+t, but i don’t buy it
if a n+gga ever said he touch me then he lyin’
this sh+t hit so easy, n+gga, i cannot retire
spittin’ sh+t in the booth like i’m michael myers
all my n+ggas tote pistols, all i gotta say is, “fire”
all my n+ggas tote pistols, boy, you wished i was a liar
makin’ so much heat i be p+ssin’ on the fire
[outro: c glizzy]
ayy, ayy, ayy, f+ck you doin’, b+tch?
man, you trippin’

- malc deezy lyrics

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