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token - tnght bugg'n freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]: token
wreckless flow spittin’ locomotive, throat chokin’ hulk smash hulk hogan, this that six bladed logan, you guys get x’d out like old novels no more check out, he spit rare until his breathe out, under ground yet the best out, you puppies, house dogs, you won’t get let out, drum line technique b-tch chest out, like your b-tch at night once i stretch them legs out, up rises the nina then i let this lead out, alright guys time to head out, up the street round the corner up the fence we in this hot car like a got it from a sauna, one pop two pops, he’s a goner, one cop two cops, im a runner on my d-ck i am a drummer, this some utlra sh-t i made over the summer, that your b-tch will be hummin’, owww-wow ain’t he something on these beats he be dunkin, ain’t no b-tches tryna hump em’ but bet when that money come they’ll be coming but, f-ck em’ i’m that dude they’ll be getting no love from, umm ain’t gotta tell em’ twice he learn from mistakes, still a rug rat eatin’ up ya cake, kinda f-ckin’ with satan, i’m the man, understand and if you dont then catch this back hand from a black man, steal your b-tch and a lapdance, me lix’ and a few f-ck her then we slap hands, its all about teamwork, you and your cliq should work together to redeem her, collectively and quick before my whole team steam her, pull up in a beemer, my face looking meaner, pockets gettin’ greener, they grinchin’, can’t wait to live that dream life there’ll be no pinchin’ i, barely buck and still your whole team flinching, crip walking on you b-tches, you get blewn away its to soon to say, when he may blow up, but thats when money and p-ssy sweet as honey come, call that sh-t a honey bun, i know i’m funny huh? he the funny one would chip a n-gga with a tommy gun, which one of you n-ggas think you runnin’ somethin? you runnin’ nothing gums bumpin’, you should move before my slides get to stumpin’ before lupe get to krumpin’, its mister keep yo b-tch c-mmin’, and i meant that both ways, yall suck to me on a slow day, these industry rappers better then me? sh-t no way, these hoes do me wrong but it’s okay, no days my n-ggas don’t play, no days we gettin’ no pay, she beg me to stay, and i say okay, as long as i’m loving that p-ssay ayee holla

[verse 2]: (anonymous)
flowin’ like a laxative, maxi-pads for your accident, p-ssy n-gga, i’m going in, showing b-tches i own this sh-t, coldest spit, fire flow, skatin breakin’. fire codes, d-ck the size of pinocchio’s nose, trina knows, stocking choppers for apocolyptic sh-t, knockin’ sockin’ b-tches in they sh-t, moshing in a nagasaki pit. can’t copy this like a sloppy dyking b-tch trying to copy d-ck, dropping lyrics like bird sh-t

[outro]
yo, sh-t n-ggas going ham like a motherf-cker! these n-ggas ain’t ready for this sh-t dog f-cking new -ss approach on this sh-t n-gga f-ck you hoes

- token lyrics

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