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word play - dey know (freestyle) lyrics

they know me this, yo i spit, like a little kid
i started off like ash roth, what are you gon do b-tch
i rarely freestyle but today is a new day. f-ck robbing, i’ll wait for my check on payday
and i don’t eat payday’s. and my birthday is around the day of d-day
i’m colder than ice cubes, and your -ss is just day-day
i’m 1-up’ing your b-tch -ss from sunday to sunday
imma freestyle for the whole song
got venus and serena playing with my b-lls like ping-pong
shut your fat -ss up little n-gg- here’s a ding-dong
if i stress, i’ll chill with my hunkies and smoke out of a bong
i bet my remix to riot will be your favorite song
me and kwazi get high, call us cheech and chong
same message, but different song
that’s what the rap game is nowadays, n-gg- that’s what’s wrong
when i smoke, i speak what’s on my mind
i ain’t ask for your cosign like the derivative of sine
your b-tch light skinned? well now she’s mine. i’ll eat her out so good she’ll feel it in her spine
my b-tch from austria so when she sucks, she gives me einstein. empoleon, use brine
listening to casey veggies, and we sound alike
when i drive to kissimmee i go past the florida turnpike
little n-gg-, take a hike. i eat -ss… sike!
go to a club and get twerked on like patty mayo is my boo
my d-ck fits in my size 13 shoe. i’m 5’8”, but i’m a beast like i’m 9’2”
and i go ham, like peasant food. your rhymes are dead like a n-gg- with cancer
so b-tch ride my d-ck ‘cause my name is prancer. that b-tch lied, she said she was a dancer
i ain’t a.i. but word play is the answer. i took the test and i ain’t know the answers
i coped that 2007 mitsubishi lancer. why are all the main city above the tropic of cancer?
but i’ll get a filipino b-tch, she my dancer
ayo, even if you cut my head off… i’ll still be getting a nut off
which head was i talking ‘bout. i ain’t telling you, m-th-f-cka jack off
i don’t want to toot my own horn. but i play trombone
and when i run track, my body be pumping gallons of testosterone
i got h-lla ice on my neck like i got choked by mr. freeze
want to borrow my ps3 controller? n-gg- please. i got all money, call me mr. cheddar cheese
and my b-tch say she got rug-burn, she been on her knees, please

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