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nee-hi – bonfire freestyle lyrics

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[verse 1: nee-hi]

ok i’m chilling with my homies, but no this ain’t no bromance
we throwing gang signs while we’re gripping on our gonads
and these n-ggas so sweet, they should go ahead and hold hands
it ain’t my forte but i can get that lindsay lohan
see, i rap for my future, but i really have no plans
just ride it till the wheels fall off with closed eyes and no hands
and pen these lyrics where i can, on road or at home
write a chorus in my girls tampax, now thats a note pad
chick had the nerve to ask me if i’d make a slow jam
i never punch a woman but i slapped the b-tch with both hands
i’m far from soft, they must not understand
i’m eastenders they’re channel 4, they do not get the program
rap king of my county, sitting in my camelot
quit complaining about this town, n-gga i done had it locked
plus i’m onto bigger and better things than to rap a a lot
nee-hi for prime minister, count the ballot box
vote me in, swag me out
after 4 years they’ll have to come and drag me out
of number 10 downing, i’m getting all my pals in
call up that haggard b-tch and tell the queen to bring the crown in
mingle with the girls then give my homies daps and pounds, then
put my latest single on and turn that sh-t up to 1000
tell my dj bust a wheelie, but i ain’t mr. murkle
my guy got them blocks but there’s no squares up in my circle
feeling gangster to the death but we ain’t singing that su wu
confident swag, bringing back fubu
still wear it like some l.v, ignorant l.b
cheated on the test so there ain’t nothing you can tell me
n.e.e dash h.i get it right
getting everybody g-ssed, living that unleaded life
doing what i do best, while still avoiding feds
cos i just caught a case for bearing arms like a new vest
there telling em to chill. i’m cool as igloo
you won’t like me when i’m angry, lou ferrigno…

[break]
thats the hulk for all you slow mother f-ckers

[verse 1 continued: nee-hi]

and i don’t need to make sense, b-tch i’m nearly famous
slap your girlfriend to show the world that i’m so flagrant
and i bet that chick still love me, hypnotized by my fragrance
unsigned hype, no indie labels, no majors
no maybachs, we hate that
talking about your whips
we ain’t got one and if we did
we couldn’t afford insurance or pay tax
raising up the levels and these other n-ggas hate that
because they set the bar low… now take that



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