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migodeuce – hard to choose one freestyle lyrics

[intro: migodeuce]
lee on the beat, i bet it’s a classic
yeah, woah
future, deuce, shot
we hot!

[chorus: future & migodeuce]
motor in the back with the trunk in the front
smokin’ on gas, three+five in a blunt
poppin’ them tags, it’s one of a one
i got them chopsticks, ain’t going to lunch
came out the creek, had to drop off a ton
made it off the streets, i came up from a crumb
two thousand just for the shoes i put on
spin out and do a three+sixty for nothin’
freestylin’ while i got kush in my lung
crocodile burberry, that’s what i’m on (let’s go)
packed out the club, that’s a quarter million
high+priced fashion, italian, milan (brrt, brrt, brrt)
if she get attached, then i’m goin’ on the run
took the big batch and i can’t feel my tongue
hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one (hundreds of bad b+tches)
green light the shooters, it’s already done (deuce!)

[verse: migodeuce]
hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one
they loving me but it’s money i love
a n+gga too fresh, i feel like a don
step in the building, check out how i stunt
a n+gga too hot, i’m your mom favorite son
rapping my job, i do it for fun
got too many hits, yeah, they home runs
my dawgs put me on, i cannot front
young n+gga, i’m balling like an athlete, boy
and i stay winning, i don’t do defeat, boy
you n+ggas ain’t on sh+t, go take a seat, boy
i got no label, yeah, i’m a free boy
b+tch, i’m the one, i feel like d+rose
came with 2 b+tches, yeah, i call ’em free throws
wrote me some verses, yeah, i’m bout to reload
hopped on the beat, yeah, i got it from leeboy
[chorus: future]
motor in the back with the trunk in the front
smokin’ on gas, three+five in a blunt
poppin’ them tags, it’s one of a one
i got them chopsticks, ain’t going to lunch
came out the creek, had to drop off a ton
made it off the streets, i came up from a crumb
two thousand just for the shoes i put on
spin out and do a three+sixty for nothin’
freestylin’ while i got kush in my lung
crocodile burberry, that’s what i’m on (let’s go)
packed out the club, that’s a quarter million
high+priced fashion, italian, milan (brrt, brrt, brrt)
if she get attached, then i’m goin’ on the run
took the big batch and i can’t feel my tongue
hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one
green light the shooters, it’s already done (hundreds of bad b+tches)

[outro: future]
brrt, brrt
hundreds of bad b+tches
hundreds of bad b+tches
hundreds of bad b+tches
hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one

- migodeuce lyrics

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