pinkm6969 - louistheroux freestyle lyrics
[verse 1: $emmy!]
ay, i’m just in love with these b+tches
i speak the truth no emission
i just whippin this sh+t and no stink and my gas gone give out some emissions
i’m tryna run up these digits
i’m tryna turn em to riches
you best not go crying to me when you tryna figure out why y’all lil b+tches, uh
feelin’ like a big mac, when i make that
flavour in the bag, in my bag, on a spit that
and your b+tch all on my sack, make a duck quack
give her ass a smack, and i laugh when her back crack
diamonds looking like some plaque, on my t++th racks
i’ma eat snack, in the back of my elamack
man i’m feeling like jack up in jill’s sn+tch, smoking on the packs
gucci black and my backpack, hoe, okay
i make a euro, i f+ck her thorough
like louistheroux, her brain is neuro
i’m in her burrow, i’m in her f+nny
she dress like annie, she got no peppy
i might just step in, and be her daddy
i’ll be her daddy, i’ll be her father
she got no gucci, she wearing prada
prada [?] bought her new shoes, balenciaga
she got my jogger, she playing with my b+lls like the b+tch be playing soccer
[verse 2: lil force]
yeah, i got the b+tches, they making a k!lling
blowing it up and you know that i’m dipping
ok, run up, run up, came back with the flow
in a minute but i’m coming with a plan to dethrone
are you ready? keep it steady, every second that you’re wasting
is a second that i’m using for the plan of attack
cause i’m back in the back in the booth
every other rapper tellings lies and avoiding the truth, with the moves that
i been, gone with a little bit of trouble loving, fed up, these people led up
i f+ck her bed up while my b+tches said they tryna get up
you tryna get us? that motherf+cker is getting prada while you people suffer
i’m undercover, i’m one in million, see i’m better than you people
who be thinking every second, when they make it every minute, every moment
there’s another f+cking dollar that goes in the bag
cause i’m staying in my tiny little bubble, everybody got reb+ttals
that you know where it at, like i’m back
with a bitter sweet taste, with no face tat
ain’t no fight back, b+tches like that
gotta stay strapped, are you sh+t back, with a sh+t rack
better fix it for the people who be tryna figure price tag
[verse 3: vintage]
she play with my b+lls like it’s soccer, mm
i take yo b+tch heart like a doctor, mm
i play that b+tch like i’m imposter, mm
a couple of racks i don’t bother, mm
a couple of b+tches, i don’t give a f+ck
take a shot then i miss, but i still lay it up
all these b+tches keep talking, i don’t give a sh+t
you keep shooting them breaks and i keep making h+lla f+cking stupid sh+t
i’m bagging these benjamins, all these people looking up to me, tall like an enderman
it’s just ring of the ring, i got phone at the phone
i’m so sick of the bling, gotta stay in my zone
motherf+cker think he knows sh+t, he not self aware
he keep saying sh+t like no sh+t, n0body cares
i got xannies and bands list, sh+t finna bump
all my homies got banned, i’m like this sh+t is dumb
if you ain’t f+cking with it then you better get down
cause i got ar strapped with my homies and hounds
and that b+tch finna dig me like steve’s on the ground
keep this in ambition, it won’t bring me down
believe me, i’ll take it easy
i don’t really like to work, but i’m staying st++zy
a little b+tch, little rat stays out of petri
gotta fl!ck with my wrist, cuz i’m play on pc, like d+mn
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