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logic – gaithersburg freestyle كلمات اغاني

[intro: djbossplayer, c dot castro & logic]
suicide my doors, f_ckin’ all these hoes (yo, they call me djbossplayer)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (the hottest dj in college park history)
suicide my doors, f_ckin’ all these hoes (right now, i’m bringin’ you the chosen one out of gaithersburg, maryland)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (eighteen projects over ten years)
suicide my doors, f_ckin’ all these hoes (we’re takin’ it back to the bas_m_nt)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (big lenbo, c dot castro)
suicide my doors, f_ckin’ all these hoes (the one and only 6ix and the motherf_ckin’ goat)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (logic, it’s 2011, y’all! yeah, uh)

[verse 1: logic]
back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat
motherf_cker don’t rap indiscreet (back to the— back to the—)
back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat
motherf_cker don’t rap indiscreet
i pack heat, drop bars at u street
float like a genie and i’m droppin’ bars at bohemian
b_tches are here to be screamin’, bobby in the bas_m_nt, dreamin’
me and my homies, we schemin’, tryna get a dollar, we fiendin’, ah
i’m just tryna get it for the ebt, b_tch, real n_ggas never switch
i run the game like a switch, used to bus tables just for the tips
now these b_tches beggin’ me for the tip of my d_ck
watch out, i punch and roll over the kick
i got more stories than sl!ck
i got more stories than rick
motherf_cker, take your pick
[verse 2: c dot castro]
pick me out of that lineup
did the crime, yup, now my time’s up
got out the box and i got in my bag
now all of these bad b_tches try and f_ck
’cause i’m pullin’ up in the “what the f_ck is that?”
comin’ from where i’m from, gotta tuck the strap
knuck if you buck, if you bust, i’m bustin’ back
no one i trust enough, ’cause my love is tapped
say that she want it to last, good luck with that
b_tch, i just want the racks, can’t text you back
’cause my thumbs are too numb, i’ve been thumbin’ through cash
you n_ggas is bums, you rummage through trash
throw a couple ones in your cup, then i dash
i’m one of one, but not the one that you wanna try to run up
run up and i get you done up
when the summer come, you know i’ma sun up
swear i’ma son a son just for the come_up
need another lump, been f_ckin’ these blunts up
looked at the gun just for f_ckin’ my fun up
pumpin’ your gums, motherf_cker, just shut up

[verse 3: big lenbo]
who f_ckin’ with that? i’m ready to bat
all about peace, so i stay with a gat
i stay strapped, but not for no money
i’m takin’ it back, no takin’ it from me
you know it’s a fact, i stay with the honeys
up in that impala, you wanna just holler
i stay with the bread, i stay with the toast
you motherf_ckers out here doin’ the most
we do it for real, you front for the post (yeah)
y’all n_ggas is gross
[verse 4: fat trel & adé]
man, f_ck all that other sh_t that n_gga talkin’ ’bout (talkin’ ’bout)
don’t try to catch me in vic’, i’ma chalk ’em out (blaow)
beefin’ is beefin’, it ain’t sh_t to talk about
i want the smoke, you want the smoke (smoke)
i got a hundred_round drum in the chop’
and this sh_t get to rockin’ when i get the load (brrt)
i might just run up a hundred
and book me a n_gga and really pull up to his show (go)
you n_ggas must be mistaken
the f_ck is you takin’, you thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ me? no (b_tch, no)
i’m with my youngins and we gettin’ money (money)
they sh_t really nothin’, i got it, you want it (phew)
it’s comin’ in bricks
smokin’ three_hundred to ship, i got your house on my wrist (phew)
i’m newly rich, so i might bounce in a minute (minute)
she call me “babe” and i’m in it (in it)
i really get it, all of this money i’m spendin’
i act like this sh_t ain’t no limit (woah)
b_tch, i’m with the gang, i’m rollin’ with gods (gods)
just look in my eyes, you see that i’m high (high)
i’ma roll up with slime (slime), you might see a .9 (.9)
i really come put this fact sh_t on your mind
the sh_t that i’m drinkin’ three_hundred a line
but you gotta suck it, you not even tryin’ (mwah)
meet me in a second, i’m pressin’ for time
hold up, shorty’ boy gon’ go die, b_tch (yeah, hm)
[verse 5: adé]
who real as they come? (who real as they come?)
been here a minute, but still isn’t done
estate won’t be finishin’ k!llin’ the rhyme
can’t handle my business, my feelings are done
came out the mud, so the ceilin’ is none
3_0_1 where i’m from
make a wrong turn, get k!lled with the pump
young adé, they know my name
in 2011, had phil in the front
now i’m in back of the back, my hat to the back
which other half and some ‘yac
she throwin’ it back like manning, i’m plannin’ on givin’ her back
now how you gon’ act? do it too big, can’t minimize that
i live in imacs, i’m gettin’ my scratch
life is a b_tch, make her sit in my lap, i finished my rap

- logic

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