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westside parlé - tech inna freeze cup lyrics

[intro]
aight, bet
so let’s do the same thing like last time where you, um, like level my voice to a certain… i think it’s good, i think it might be good right here, but… ’cause like you know how i like my voice, huh? uh, check

[verse]
spillin’ thoughts out my mental
been a minute since i’ve been this bag
might as well finish what i had
flow sharp, cuttin’ through the kennels in the lab
how i feel instrumentals, hit the rental and the gas
me and dolla tryna get it out the stash, you could chirp
still hit tiesha on the first every tuesday
for upgrades and a new play
the grew shake, we had to move the printers to a new place
bakin’ soda, throw it in the flour like a bouquet
wake up in the mornin’, grab ya hammer and ya toothpaste
feds still lookin’ for a new case
lupe, skate if they push in the door with the dogs
n-gga, breeze, missy in the jeep, where the keys?
let ’em search, i’ve been off an eighth of the weed
and a perc, jaw still lock from the molly in the verse
the early bird get it first
while you takin’ off for work, hot tamales in the purse
got the bag feelin’ like i play the lobby with the birk’
cuban in the shirt, you could pour the qually, let it surf
i’m goin’ through emotions in reverse
you ain’t know about the times when i was sleepin’ on the couch
heater goin’ out, feelin’ like my feet was thawin’ out
and my girl was goin’ out with other n-ggas out of spite
almost had to switch the fanta for the sprite, that sh-t is life
got me stressin’, second guessin’, my sleeves up
sip slow, don’t tell a n-gga to ease up, b-tch, no
shake it like 100 degrees, ah, in the party
if the coppers pull up we stash that in the lobby
if some more pull up we stash that with the thotty
both of them b-tches really got a body
camera phones and society
i know you wouldn’t lie to me, it’s proof, who, who
we got it off the stoop
hundreds over hundreds on the juice
bad boy yellow patent leather suit
’92, how i shine, this is ill
tell my mama we gon’ pay the bills
on the road to riches tryna shift the wheel
don’t hit my line, b-tch, i’m in the field
unless you sendin’ ya account, ’cause i do citi still
parkin’ lot full of hoes
still dre bouncin’ in a coupe deville, yeah, my n-gga, chill

[chorus]
run it down, yeah (run it down)
i brought the summertime, yeah (summertime, yeah)
hundreds down, yeah (hundreds down, yeah)
i came with all my n-ggas
i did it all for the money
tech in a freeze up
i sip slow, don’t tell me ease up, nah
run it down, yeah (run it down)
i brought the summertime, yeah (summertime, yeah)
hundreds down, yeah (hundreds down, yeah)
i came with all my n-ggas
i did it all for the money
tech in a freeze up
i sip slow, don’t tell me ease up, nah
run it down, yeah (run it down)
i brought the summertime, yeah (summertime, yeah)
hundreds down, yeah (hundreds down, yeah)
i came with all my n-ggas
i did it all for the money
run it down, yeah (run it down)
i brought the summertime, yeah (summertime, yeah)
hundreds down, yeah (hundreds down, yeah)
i came with all my n-ggas
i did it all for the money

[outro]
tech in a freeze up
i sip slow, don’t tell me ease up, nah

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