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royce da 59 - success freestyle lyrics

[intro:]
i got these n-gg-s keno. bar exam 2 baby.
let that b-tch breathe.
(armz)

[verse 1:]
i used to give a f-ck
now i could give a f-ck less
what do i think of success? it sucks
to much s-x
my life is a f-ck fest
and i ain’t blew up yet
yet
let that b-tch breathe!
i used to give a sh-t
now i could give a sh-t mo’
cause i could pull a b-tch mo’
spit cris, get a clique christmas, trick doe
went from livin’ p-ss po’ to livin’ like i’m rich po
the clip explodes
extended clip looks like it floats
it sparks, get smart before it smokes
get close and get you a slit throat
a long kiss
you get you a mistletoe
on it’s toe tag
touch you f-gs quick as chris stokes
pause
i’m bout doe to my outro
so your -ss gonna bounce that check your mouth wrote
ha, like you need beef
i do you like i do these beats
then instigate it like i’m qdiii
i’ve been the greatest, i’m just seein’ what’s good
i put you in a f-cked up spot
like front seat in the beamer with suge
uh
“i wish a n-gg- would”

let that b-tch breathe

[verse 2:]
now peep this
it’s like i need three chicks
one cup to freak this
reach this level of speakin’
or eat sh-t
sh-t
i’ll sh-t on y’all n-gg-s
veezy tell ’em
“man, y’all ain’t got sh-t on my n-gg-” (whow!)
i need a whole new world to fit my big shoes in
and you can have an accident while i’m out with my b-tch cruisin’
slip and b-mp your head on the bullet
your clique’s losin’
i’ll give you “99 problems” but i ain’t rick rubin
it’s nickel you bluffin’
you in a pickle, kickin’ the bucket
i’m pullin’ strings like i’m liftin’ a puppet
-ss buster
and i remain raw, you can ask busta
ask ras, “is 5’9″ a bad mother
f-cker? ”
as far as beef, put it all to sleep
til i’m at peace like i’m the soul of chad butler
r.i.p.
n-gg-, your fans love ya
as far as i am concerned, you was the last of ya
back to my guns
get clapped by my guns
you act like you want it until they ringin’ as loud as a bad m-ffler
you celebrity raps n-gg-s is mishaps
you wack
i’d rather hear hugh heff’s b-tch rap
or shar
i know what you thinkin’
“he’s dissin’ bizarre.”
you over thinkin’ it b-tch, get in the car
that’s my n-gg-
we’ll run a trizzy on you then play you to the left
like when jimmy hendrix flipped the guitar
owww
ride with me, who live as me?
what n-gg- you know will look him right in his eyes and squeeze?
obie
let that b-tch breathe

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