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part time homies - whack freestyle lyrics

[intro: sample with blac efron]
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[verse 1: blac efron]
i’m a cool guy with a lot o’ bars
real n+gga sh+t, no hard r
i got that old school, or that new sh+t
they askin’ what’s next? well, i’m the blueprint
f+ck a side chick, i’ma need a whole roster
they sayin’ tory so sick like he don’t know doctors
these b+tches triflin’, them n+ggas suspect
i say f+ck the world, then i nut quick
last year, homecomin’ rose hands
this year, more money, more bad ones
stand up for that whack kid’s anthem
or sit ya ass down, boy, i’m black chris hansen
you don’t want the hands, son
i get my mans on you, holdin’ you for ransom
i got five bad b+tches in tandem
i ranked ’em one through five
they all hail from bed+stuy to the hamptons
homie’s sayin’, “yes, no, maybe”
saucin’ on his b+tches like we doin’ on the daily
gravy, cradle to the gravest behavior
take a look at that, whack kid’s goin’ crazy
quit askin’ what i done for you lately
i’m still bluntin’ you, my memory is hazy
i’ve seen it all before, it don’t phase me
any way i look at it, the world gon’ hate me
[bridge: sample]
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[verse 2: eric nash]
call me eric nash, i’m the nastiest motherf+cker
motherf+cker, find me with some bags in the backseat
smashin’, tryna get this traffic on ig
can you tell me how i get these hypebeasts to like me
feel like onyx ’cause this flow so hard
i turn this room into a call when i show those bars
they tryna put me on the shelf, say i won’t go far
till we hit the boulevard, see my name in the star
i’m shinin’ like a diamond
pressure mixed with perfect timin’
h+lla stylish, pretty, call me billie eilish
goin’ crazy at the concert in my so bomb shirt
swingin’ from the rafters till my palms hurt
take a step back, i’m runnin’ in place
i’m somethin’ you hate
but really, we’re just one in the same
if life is a game, then tell me what’s the cheat code
maybe i can finally put lyrics to a beat, though
yo, go get a life like a one up
i got these b+tches ridin’ on my d+ck until the sun up
and then i’m rollin’ some up
tryna think o’ ways to get my funds up
i make it then the whole team come up
yep, better come correct then yet address me
even when it’s whack, you know i look s+xy
bless me, always been the sin in the saint
i’m just the same scumbag
with a fresh coat o’ paint, uh
pull up to ya spot in my ’04 chevy
swingin’ when i walk ’cause the gold so heavy
part time homies on that full time lately
like it or not, the whole world gon’ hate me
[outro: sample]
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