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lil weirdo - for deeoz freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(foe deeoz)
you know what time it is
playa mob in the house
got my boy shiek
what it do foo?
hey we better k!ll this one though
here we go

[verse 1: lil weirdo]
hey back ? like big doe smoke
b_tch i’m a player
i’m a hit it and go
and i’m sliding with a shooter
he gon’ pop fo’sho
and your main b_tch go_er
she gon’ pop for the bro
hey, i got her mad
cause i was hutton’ that hoe
and he ain’t touch your cheese
acting like he lactose
and find out you got em
watch em kick in the door
and we gon’ jam his ass up
if we don’t f_ck with his folks
i’m on some fly sh_t b_tch
i ain’t rocking no converse
i throw a right, tapped his chin
now his jaw hurt
hey b_tch i get it on my own
no need no sponsor
i only f_ck cause she threw it out
it won’t hurt
i pulled a 2 on my 20
it got me feeling lazy
she fell in love with a thug
and she wanna have my baby
might toss some bullets at your sh_t
like i’m tom brady
cause where i’m hangin’
homie it can get real shady
we get it poppin’ like the 1990s
don’t take it personally
i’m f_cking everybody wifey
she chose on a player from the mob cause she like me
can’t get a hug right now
you gonna f_ck up my white tee
she wanna see my drawls?
i’m a give her a peak
she trying to eat the whole d_ck homie, bon appetit
then i pull up to the scene with shiek
trying to knock me a freak
knocked a bay area b_tch
she had a grill on her t__th
and then she snuck me in her crib
and i was drilling her cheeks
handsome dude i got game
b_tch it run in my genes
hey, there ain’t no b_tch in me
and your shooters ain’t no k!llas
are you kidding me
and he don’t like my sh_t
boy his b_tch feeling me
my ex’s look good
my new one finer
my side b_tch k!ller

[verse 2:peefu]
young sick made
got my tats in the pen
born with the sickness so i’m faded again
and selling dope high as f_ck off of coke
stay spitting game so i have h_lla hoes
and i live like i bang cause i’m violent by nature
and when your name got fame
then the opps gon’ hate ya
in the car with a b_tch
got drugs and a gun
i ain’t worried about the pigs
i done been on the run
p.o. stay trippin so i ain’t bout to report
and i ain’t trying to go back to prison
but i ain’t bout to report
so i’m searching for a l!ck trying to stack up my chips
any b_tch that i’m with gotta be with the sh_t
get to trippin’ on a hater
she gon’ beat up his b_tch
case comes with then we pleading the 5th
and all y’all hating on the low
cause i f_cked on your b_tch
i ain’t worried about the hoe
i just gave her some d_ck
got faded did some lines then i busted my nut
steady talking sh_t but you ain’t wanting no funk
san diego on my back cause that’s what it is
peefu that’s the name
take notes from this sh_t

- lil weirdo

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