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young pappy - 2012 freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
patron sh_t
g, i’ve been looking at baron, right? he like, “g, you been too quiet, here, off this beat and sh_t, right?”
i guess he think i’d k!ll it, but i_i can’t really, you feel me, do that beat, so…
but i ain’t gon’ stunt, though, g, i ain’t making no noise right now, i got folks working on his mixtape
bu double, man, shout out my brother, man, it’s tfg—the f_cking guys, man, it’s the movement, and…
this sh_t is about to dr—, it’s starting soon
i’m not really on sh_t right now
but i got—, i’m working on my mixtape, man, this 3 f’s sh_t is coming soon, like real life, right here in your face, right?
but look, though, anyways, like i was saying…
yeah, i’ma do something for bro ’cause folks want me to do it, you feel me?
but look, though
i’m like…

[verse]
bro told me, “it’s a lot going on,” but sh_t, he couldn’t talk over the phone
so i just did my time, my n_gga finna come home, i’m doing a lot of stressing, that’s why i’m singing this song
that jail sh_t be crazy—stressing, depressing
got court in the a.m. and i’m hoping i catch this blessing, but sh_t, still i’m home, and i’m still holding strong
can’t forget about that beef sh_t that’s still going on ’cause i got n_ggas woofin’ at me
oppositions woofin’ at me; parole board? i forgot the b_tch, now they looking at me
i get back in town, n_ggas know what’s cracking now
n_ggas’ eyes lighting up ’cause they hear i’m back around
he like, “what the f_ck is up?”
he like, “man, what the f_ck?”
got his mans like, “n_gga, you a man, toughen up”
“i’m just saying, what’s the plan? catch us, he gon’ f_ck us up”
you ducking that action now, yeah, munchie, i’m back in town
i’m thinking ’bout some sh_t, got some thoughts in my head that
“if a n_gga find out, he gon’ talk to the feds?”
but i’m lost in my head, right?
plus, my nickel lemon_squeeze, trigger down, i just hope it don’t get off in my pants
say, i’m better off dead, what? i don’t know why
maybe n_ggas scared, they thinking they gon’ die
i mean, i ain’t gon’ lie, that got to be what it is
if it ain’t that, then sh_t, it’s something i did
’cause n_ggas want me dead in these streets for real, and
if a n_gga playing it’s for keeps for real
got a stove on my waist, that’s heat for real
to cook your ass, got him paying for this beef for real
be for real, n_gga, you ain’t f_cking with the bull
this sh_t i got tucked’ll have you tucking on the floor
i ain’t f_cking with no raw, i got a lot of crack stuff
got a lot of hoes and they keep a lot of packed stuff
that’s just for me, right next to me
i keep her hot and wet off ecstasy
wanna f_ck her? shorty going, why you asking me?
but if you f_ck, don’t think that’s s_x for free
n_gga better have lead if he testing me
gold digging b_tch on my line texting me
she want truey, gucci, louis, prada
b_tch, i’m the man and i spend not a dollar
that answer is nada, ho, i can’t go
head shot, put that red dot on your kangal
b_tches say i changed, though
really, i don’t think so
maybe it’s the ‘tron, i slow down and try to drink slow
patron be the sh_t that i be drinking
that .40 hit your brains, see the sh_t that you was thinking
now, you all over that concrete, stretched out, wetted up
ambulance come, they like, “eurgh! could you get him up?”
yeah, i bet he had enough now, that .40 hit your ass, i bet you ain’t tough now
better sit the f_ck down
f_ck you doing approaching a real n_gga?
you ain’t seeing me like a roach in the field, n_gga
you see that? wouldn’t want to be that?
let you know you dead when your head where your feet at
let you know you booked when them feds where you eat at
all up in ya crib, in the bed where you sleep at
ayy, i don’t wanna see that ’cause i been to jail
and did time ’cause i told ’em, “i ain’t finna tell”
you the type of n_gga snitch, b_tch, ya’d rat a n_gga out
i’m the type of n_gga sneak, creep in that n_gga house tryna wait ’til he come out
that sh_t so fun and i’ll wet his baby mama if that b_tch don’t run
i don’t know what it is, i’m f_cked up in the head
i’m hoping dre get to do his time up in the feds ’cause godd_mn
man, thirty years in the state? every day, you got to worry ’bout getting sh_t
n_gga, tell me what you know about that
a hundred, twenty_six grams, what you know about crack?
pure cocaine that ain’t even cooked yet
i’m living in ’85, my n_gga just took that
for real
[outro]
free jd, n_gga
free my f_cking homies
rest in peace pooh bear, man
n_ggas know it’s tfg, it’s the f_cking guys
free that n_gga clam
free that n_gga vernon
free that n_gga prince
free that n_gga fil
free the n_gga kemo, man
free that n_gga fimi, man
this sh_t is real, man
free that n_gga erick, man
real sh_t, it’s tfg, it’s pbg, it’s the f_cking guys in my f_cking eyes
i’m die l’s for alex and l’s up for l dubb
aha, sh_t’s real, you see the bandana, it’s crooked

- young pappy

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