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sheck wes - 2017 freestyle lyrics

[intro]
woo, aye
i just had a great day
i saw my n-gga, -sspizza
on fairfax-ay, in los angeles, n-gga
and my n-gga tyl-ay in this b-tch
and my n-gga nav-ay in this b-tch
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

[verse 1]
b-tch, young sheck wes, i’m that
your b-tch gon’ ride that
and when i hop up out that
‘parazzi goin’ snap snap
b-tch, i don’t want your snapchat
talk about me in your [?] trap
but, b-tch, you shouldn’t do that
sheck wes, your crew gon’ do that
got fifty 50s in the shoebox with the chopper
put a new glock in my brand new bomber
your b-tch eatin’ n-ggas, i might call her jeffery dahmer
sheck wes might buy my young
sheck wes might bomb again, yeah, uh, ah
[?], i’ma say it right now
sheck wes got his hands on a chopper
rip to your thot, man, your main hoe washed
sheck wes, man, you should drop her
bad hoes all on our roster
young n-gga munchin’ on lobster
guns goin’ wild, n-gga, don’t stop-uh
suki on waves don’t stop, uh
y-young n-gga hoe like [?]
don’t flex, my young n-ggas rob ya
-ss fat, bad b-tch, i’ma throb her
i’ma run it up, n-gga, like a jogger
i don’t internet beef, i ain’t a blogger
don’t beef over chicken like kfc or popeyes
send your lil’ -ss to a doctor
beef over bread like birds in the [?] fly, uh
a young n-gga up to allah

[break]
uh, uh, b-tch
b-tch

[verse 2]
kristiana yamaguchi, i’m so icy, what the f-ck
i been all up in that coochie, b-tch, you fiendin’ just to love
i said shorty got that wet wet, it’s a five minute, i nut
so i’m wearin’ condom, condoms, we gon’ f-ck like forever
i’m like sheck wes, sheck wes, sheck wes, say my name in every drop
if you love yourself like sheck wes, then you wouldn’t be a thot
i don’t like to rock designer, i don’t even like to shop
’cause i only want that hood sh-t, i’m a n-gga from the block
you could catch me up in harlem, from [?] to 45th
if you ask around for sheck wes, they like, “d-mn, we love that kid”
i am the hood’s favorite, man, they love me where i live
ain’t gon’ call myself a king, but sheck wes d-mn sure is a prince
i swear i don’t give a f-ck if a n-gga f-ck my b-tch, yeah
he can keep that ho, she still gon’ be up on my d-ck
yeah, some of these b-tches burgers, man, it is what it is
yeah, but i will get her murdered, then i punch her in her chips
sheck wes, i’m from 15, where we clutchin’, grip that 16
where we playin’ basketball because we young n-ggas with hoop dreams
even though n-ggas was hoopin’, you ain’t even ignore shooting
’cause these opps don’t give a f-ck if you trappin’ or you hoopin’
i said these hoes tryna do me, and her mama tryna do me too
call me young earring ’cause all these b-tches tryna screw
i ain’t from new jersey, b-tch, sheck wes from the 212
i be in new jersey, b-tch, with j money and the chatham crew
sheck wes, what it do? they like, sheck wes, what it do, n-gga?
sheck wes, what it do? they like, sheck wes, what it do, n-gga?
who the f-ck are you? b-tch, i’m sheck wes from the streets, n-gga
if a n-gga see me, i ain’t really call it beef, n-gga
i only beef over all that f-ckin’ green, n-gga
i ain’t really beefin’ on no b-tches or no lil’ n-ggas
sheck wes, i got a glock, that b-tch gon’ pop
i keep it in my papi’s shop

[break]
f-ck, but this, bro
what, what, what, what, what

[verse 3]
b-tch, i got juice, dog on the loose
said i f-cked your baby mama
then i gave that b-tch a deuce
said i knocked the p-ssy loose
said i gave that b-tch a deuce
said she liked a n-gga juice
so she hit me on the boost
i’m a dog on the loose
i’m a dog on the loose
i’ma eat your baby mama
i’m a dog on the loose
man, i swear i f-ckin’ shoot
man, i swear i don’t f-ckin’ lose
i swear all i do is win
n-gga, i’ll k!ll for my kin
n-gga, i’ll k!ll for austin
n-gga, that’s my n-gga, that’s him
n-gga, i will spill my blood for a n-gga like him
n-gga, eatin’ b-tches, then, then
n-gga, time to eat din-din
n-gga, 2017 i’ma win
n-gga, 2017 we gon’ win
n-gga

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