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v-nasty - fresh out freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: v-nasty]
i got a 30 clip on 30s, in a range rover
ten inch d-ck, that my p-ssy all over
my n-gga is a master, but i’m the controler
b-tches talkin sh-t, imma murder what i wrote her
i f-ck with my n-ggas, on the block, we hustlin
sittin on stacks, the money we touchin
got pistols and choppers, so you know we bussin
came to your n-ggas spot, and i left him with nothin
i’m a real -ss b-tch, and i never be fake
i can’t slow down now, cause i got money to make
you can catch me, posted, actin like ace
and that town i rep, imma be screamin my place
n-ggas always talkin sh-t, out their mouth
watch how i bring them choppers out
you broke -ss b-tch, watch how i hop out
these n-ggas already know what the f-ck i’m bout

[verse 2: sp-ceghostpurp]
i’m with nasty, you know i’m black too
i’m in your house, slappin your b-tch, like where the c0ke, dude
what’s the motherf-cking combo to the safe, b-tch
me and v-nasty hittin l!cks, and you b-tches ain’t safe
i’m dippin in the motherf-ckin scr-per
you ain’t f-ckin with sp-ceghostpurp, you’s a hater
and i’ll see you later, you can get it now
i’l beat your -ss down, pow
i’m chillin with young slim, and hawaii too
find b-tches, then k!ll and drill m too
you stupid, i got bricks
i don’t need the tool, i can hit you with the sword
got these diamonds, oh lord
don’t have the sword, and you don’t send gifts
b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck bout you, or your b-tch
i sold crack to my own mother
so ask me, are you grimey, brother
i ain’t your brother, you don’t know me, from a f-ckin tree
f-ck with all the pain, who, me
na, i think not

- v nasty lyrics

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