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jenn carter - cypher freestyle lyrics
[part 1]
[intro: kyle richh]
glah
like what? like d_mn
glah
glah
[verse: kyle richh]
she a baddie, i gotta get on that, d_mn
she a thot, i can’t catch her
my b_tch a gun, i be feenin’ the cl!cker
like she be geekin’ and tweaked off the liquor, wait
put the d_ck in her liver
new opp, sh_t kick like a punt
od’d off a pill, now he dead in my blunt
man down, put that boy in a trunk
if i spot him, i turn him to runtz
oh my god, what happened to—
big gun, i’m a ooter like melo
like she caribbean, shake it like jell_o
he in [?] with us, he cannot sit with us
opp pack got me feelin’ ridiculous
pour out the [?], don’t resist [?]
f_ck a b_tch, i can’t chill with amelia
fish bowl, put a hole in the v
plеase do not lack because sh_t can gеt serious
he a runner, too fast like furious
glock with a beam, i’ma put him to sleep, d_mn
on court like a piston
quick draw, i got ptsd
she let me hit it in different positions
like, feel like thirty, i’m ootin from deep
pop a thirty, i can’t go to sleep
b_tch, i’m bussin’, might [?] off his m_ffin
how is you tough? you was runnin’ and duckin’
in g23, get to markin’ like cousins
and i’m in the locker room buzzin’
but these b_tches be keeyin’ my vibe
she wanna link ’cause she see that i’m high
like with the dotty, my vision is fly
fake love, i don’t know who to trust, what?
these n_ggas fake, get away from me
how you here for me? you wasn’t there for me
told my momma, ”i need you to pray for me”
i said, ”brother my music my daily [?]”
i’ma be top #1 charted
i’m a demon, i oot from the darkness
f_ck everybody, this life with me heartless, d_mn
[part 2]
[intro: jenn carter]
(chee on the beat)
([?] on the beat)
look
[verse: jenn carter]
said you n_ggas is weird and your opps is your friends
how your boyfriend a—, but he ask for a feature
he tried to diss, but he makin’ ammends
i’ma set sh_t straight, said he 41k, he get sent to the gates
straight to the top
not a debate, they like ”jenn you so lyrical, n_ggas is late”, like
we gon’ sit that boy like i’m a surgeon
shorty a baddie, she tell me ”it’s hurtin”’
and this music is more than just verses
i’m really on timin’, i do it on purpose
n_ggas talkin’, but that sh_t is digital
f_ck with the opps and i can’t be a friend of you
n_ggas dirty and they not original
feel like i’m spike, when i’m shootin’, i’m visual
bullet’s gon’ make him invisible
don’t need a diss, but you fit the subliminal
brodie a demon, a criminal
sendin’ out shots and this sh_t is not clinical
feelin’ prolific, i shoot through the fabric
i’m like carter, i’m shootin’ with magic
ain’t no bottle, but n_ggas be cappin’
you 41k, you get put in the past tense
like wait
like d_mn, when i walk in the party, she geekin’ and tweakin’
i just put shorty down for a drink
she like, ”jenny, you know that i’m feenin’
i be watchin’ your vids in a sequence”
i got a heart and she said i could keep it
we go back to her sh_t for a the weekend, but i gotta go
tata called up a demon
[part 3]
[verse 1: tata]
how you dissin’, like four of yo’ homies is dead
i said one of my n_ggas k!lled all of your n_ggas
i see a opp then i see red
with this pencil, fill ’em up with lead
bend through the opps i’m tryna catch ’em
how you smokin’ my dead and i don’t got no dead
they know my bod’, mr. everything dead
she wanna come over i left her on read
n_ggas p_ssy
i’m a veteran, n_ggas is rookies
big knocker, can’t book me
walk in the party and i got them lookin’
n_ggas be runnin’ they mouth on the media
i go in, n_ggas see that it’s lit
b_tches be gettin’ ahead of they self
i don’t care if you pretty, suck my d_ck, glah
i’m with lato, rollin’ up gelato
n_ggas p_ssy and opp n_ggas follow
they know it’s 41 ways to get paid
i got a baddie, she look like mulatto
with the lights, drinkin’ henny, no chaser
b_tches dummy, she think i’m a—
do wanna f_ck, all problem maker
beam through his face if he play with my
ayo bro
boom that n_gga
walk in the spot, remove that n_gga
i’m not in the politicin’ or the media
ain’t no talkin’
boom that n_gga, glah
41, i pop out on the violence
spinnin’ through ready, i got n_ggas hidin’
and you n_ggas not really on timin’
call up my muddy, he stay on my timin’, glah
shorty got wap like fetty
bread winner, i love to get bready
they know my bod’, mr. everything deady
and shots to the eye, now he lookin’ like fetty, b_tch
[verse 2: jenn carter]
i be geekin’, i totin’ on what?
shorty a thotty, she don’t give a f_ck
she be tweakin’, she shakin’ her b_tt
and that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
he dumb, he a pot
b_tch on my body, she totin’ my gun
you run, don’t stop
you feelin’ hot, you get sent to the sun
he tried to diss and we made him delete it
41 and we still undefeated
get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix
michael jackson, she want me to beat it
she a baddie and shorty conceited
i told her i love her, but i do not mean it
i be geekin’, i only see red
she like ”jenny, you know that—”
and you know that i’ma keep me a toolie
stay right by my side, call me nicki minaj, d_mn
think he tough, now he in a garage
rollin’ up while she give a massage
i’m too active, i turn up the spot
he think he tough, he got sold in the block
please don’t try to be somethin’ you not
i’m like a cheff and i’m stirrin’ the—
if he think he a demon, we ain’t showin’ no sympathy
like d_mn, bullets is slippery
i told n_ggas to get out the way
you and yo’ homie get shot in the face
i be geekin’, you cannot get rid of me
shorty be tweakin’ and knock off—
if you not 41, better stay in your place
like, call me tay_k, i’m runnin’ the race
[part 4]
[intro: kyle richh]
glah
glah
[verse: kyle richh]
with a .30, i feel like the man
i do not fight, so don’t come with a pole
like don’t lack, this sh_t no joke
too many guns, i don’t know where to blow
like, try to run, that’s a ticket to death
my b_tch a baddie, she cl!ck it the best
like, she a freak, put the d_ck in her face
oot at his feet, make ’em pick up the pace
roll up the dotty, that sh_t got me laced
like i be buggin’, don’t know how to act, what?
everything said, no dap
shorty a thotty, i’m all in her back
like, i don’t touch, sh_t got a kick, like
beam on the bl!ck, can’t miss
he not a shooter, he oot in my spliff
like keep a lilo, i cannot get stich
he dead, stop all that twitch
free my brothers, i know they won’t snitch
like, like, what?
i’m makin’ strange
ooter got aim, like limitless range, like
please do not get me upset
my b_tch a baddie, she cl!ck it the best, d_mn
like what? like what?
b_tch, glah, glah, glah
[part 5]
[intro: tata]
glah
(chee on the beat)
glah, glah
[verse: tata]
oh he want war? let’s do it
man that n_gga a b_tch, i see through him
they know mikey a demon, he ready
i pass him the knocker and brodie gon’ what?
they know my body, the knock on my body
she be feenin’ to suck on my body
n_gga a dummy, can’t go out like who?
everything deady n_gga, who gon’—?
everything dead, put the dot on his chest
only head shots, don’t invest in a—
aim like a cop, goin’ goo with the tech
catch him and cut him and put out his chest
they know i’m a stepper
they can’t step with me, big 41, i know i can’t get stopped
jay, my brother, he throw up the dub
if i say, ”oot that n_gga” he gon’ flock
don’t be a dummy and die wit ya’ knocks
he ain’t tough, only tough with his knocks
please don’t run, two beams on the glock
bad lil’ b_tch, got aim like a—
walk in the party, they b_tch on my body
that’s probably why n_ggas don’t like me
it get scary, i put on my shiesty
i don’t politic, please don’t fight me
wait too oppy, how can i lack?
bro on a go, but these n_ggas is trash
it gon’ get scary, i pass it cash
ain’t no [?], ooter like what
know i’ma bug out, i’ma spazz
when the opps playin’ defence, they lack
she call me daddy, i am not her dad
.40 gon’ hit him, make his momma sad, b_tch
[?] on kd, i’m totin’ on jakcie
big 41, gangnem jack me
when i see the opps, i get happy
lato got the ‘lato, jenny got the gat
shorty a demon, i pass it to knocker
keep my gun, i ain’t goin’ out sadly
don’t know who did it, i don’t know who shot him
he got a head tap, i was cappy, b_tch
[outro: tata, kyle richh & jenn carter]
everything dead
4_1 shots to the head like d_mn
all the opps is dead
dead, dead, dead
dead, dead, dead
it’s carter, d_ckhead
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