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yeroc - spaghetti freestyle lyrics

that n-gga be cappin’ he ain’t shooting sh-t
these n-ggas be p-ssy they snitch to the pigs
we spin on your block like a merry go round
n-gga i’m up, and n-gga you down
that b-tch steady worrying if a n-gga cheating
walked in the label we having a meeting
she opened up ‘cause a n-gga be beating
please move over because this is my season
that b-tch steady mad don’t know why
don’t really care, i tell that b-tch bye
after i nut i get different feelings
i cut you off ‘cause you ain’t chasing millions
n-ggas be capping they broke as h-ll
free tay-k they won’t give him bail
my n-ggas shooters we’ send you to h-ll
i got them bricks and we servin’ them bells
give up n-gga, you a p-ssy got you stuck n-gga
you really testing your luck n-gga
why you hanging round them f-ck n-ggas
i’m chasing cheddar you chasing b-tches
talking to god i need forgiveness
you on my side, i need a witness
we got the racket but no tennis
my n-ggas pour we sippin’ purp
f-ck on your b-tch now you feelin’ hurt
you got a job you is a clerk
no rihanna bout to make them work
i’m ballin all 4 seasons
got these n-ggas praying to god like a deacon
f-cked on the b-tch just for one weekend
my city hate on me they sleeping
don’t really care i got them racks
my n-ggas pull up and bust at your back
go to the mall then pop them tags
n-gga you tweaking you know your sh-t wack
n-gga you miss what you aiming at
boy a fight coming you know he ain’t slap
n-gga gon’ move in, slip, and slide
your b-tch wet like a slip and slide
n-gga stay fresh like i’m wearing a tie
n-gga ain’t rich then i know he lied
f-ckin’ these b-tches i’m loving me 2
no you not gang n-gga who is you
yeah i stay strapped with that green and blue
stuck here in the kitchen like we cooking stew
rocking that red like a mother f-cking devil
look at my watch like some muh’f-cking pebbles
n-gga got a problem he don’t want to settle
n-gga so corny his nickname kettle
your b-tch know the muh’f-cking truth
n-gga i’m hot, who the f-ck is you
yeroc on top, look at his crew
no i don’t bang but i’m countin’ blue
you can come for me i be at the stu
n-gga not tough, he really ain’t sh-t
been on your block after we hit a l!ck

- yeroc lyrics

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