ngeeyl – shit got forreal (sorry ms. jackson freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
play we-
uhh, yl
this sh-t got for real
[verse]
strapped up, two army guns
me and my n-gg-s, we been shootin’ sh-t for fun
i’m on pocket pack so ain’t n-body make me run
hop out on him and he done
hop out on him wit’ a big ar
i pull up and a n-gg- get wacked
i pull up it and it hit your arm and legs
n-gg- really p-ssy, i don’t believe that
n-gg- really p-ssy, i don’t even believe that
freaky b-tch and i need her
she be suckin’ d-ck when i need her
walked down singin’ like anita
n-gg- really p-ssy, n-gg- really fakin’
i just burn him, fry him, bacon
n-gg- really know i’ma take it
say they from the a but n-gg- really be from macon
what the h-ll i’m talkin’ bout? i don’t know either
i’m a real spartanburg n-gg-
you can catch me in the croft back then
now i’m ridin’ ’round town gettin’ it in
i got plenty f-ckin’ drugs for the low, boy
now let me take that back, no, i don’t, boy
’cause the police they be literally tellin’ words
but i still leave a n-gg- on the curb
b-tch, i’m racked up, yeah, b-tch, i’m guaped up
yeah, pull up on you, n-gg-, wit’ that helicopter
that’s a baby carbon, yeah, that hit your father
i don’t give a f-ck, i wish it would go farther
and i got you on the scope, you a target
leave a n-gg- down bad, farted
sh-tted on yourself, let his bowels loose
please don’t make me crash like bandicoot
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