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nuzzy ashton - 5am in saint paul mn (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1: nuzzy]

uh
i’mma hard time stunna
living in the freeway, tryna get my own of
pretty women p-ssing by
think i gotta chase her!
but i’mma let it p-ss though word up to my lil bros
nikes on my feet and your girl think im unique
swervin on these hoes
put their -ss to sleep
cuz talk is h-lla cheap
spend times on the beat
we ain’t f-cking with police
cuz everything is neat, the rap game is f-cked up
i can’t let it be, a n-gga said he had my back
but never show it
fake friends be on some hoe sh-t
f-cking two n-ggas at the sametime
that’s the chick i don’t f-ck with, i tell her eveyrhting i spit
would make the ground shake, call that earthquake
my mind is heavy, been smoking blunts since morning
shout out to the girls, who took the time to love me
and shout out to the n-ggas who said
i wouldn’t be sh-t, science cl-ss f-cked up
so i spend times writing real sh-t
but ms. b had my back though
spend times talking about her sister in toronto

yeah
i did this for my n-ggas, back in the days
we were busy selling papers
pioneer press a n-gga still gotta deliver

[verse 2: ruthless]

okay
as i look up the sky, blown back on disc-trax
chilling with my girl where she rubbing on my six pack
you need to get back
your flow needs a tic-tac
good p-ssy i get that
lose these n-ggas
when i switch track, i switched in lanes
your sh-t is lame, make a b-tch famous
i don’t know what her name is, im gettin guap
i’m throwing cash, make it rain b-tch
uh, first i gotta see how your game is
we could make this happen
ride this d-ck i’d be the captain
no choplist girl, but we can make it crackin
its like the lack of moster, you could call it crackane
pick up on these lame games
while other n-ggas be lackin
i ain’t the mail man, but you know i stay packing
i remain original while others swagger jackin
in a world full of race, catch me overlappin
try to step it up, but its too late for your reaction

[verse 3: nuzzy]

uh
17 and living, life at the fullest
big n-ggas getting knocked out like otis
never ask the question
can’t even mention
last name anxious, i can’t wait til last year
bout to get my groove on
better get the move on
living life, paradise, tell me what em women like
i would like to meet one, better yet the bre one
light skinned virgin
cute with a nice bam
high school changed me
science teacher owes me
only n-gga laying back, think i need my baby back
hanging with the best bro
call my n-gga matt-role
you ain’t tryna beef bro, let me get the meat, matter of fact
i need a beat, going ham on elite
i dont need no back up, let me get my cash up
money come first
hoes comes last, your girlfriend is mad
but i don’t really care, middle finger in the air
tell her tough luck, b-tch

- nuzzy ashton lyrics

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