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ghetto freestyle! - 40unce lyrics

[intro]
y’all already know what the f*ck’s going on
we got eastside stuey, we got the hall monitor
we got the blunt doctor, we got fawtyballjamal
but we’re gonna start with the french trenchdigger, let’s go

[verse i: trench]
okay, okay, okay, okay
what more do i even have to say
been k!lling verses ever since the fourth f*ckin grade
my pockets anorexic and and my boss won’t raise my pay
got me rapping like the rent due or a baby on the way
let us pray, god i know you hear my stomach way up there
that ain’t hunger for success, but got that too to make it fair
plus i gotta fix my car, and i do not mean change the spare
way too many issues, sometimes it feel like a waste to care

[verse ii: eastside $tu]
but through that i prevail, can’t you tell i’m a soldier
boy, i’m with this jawn and i just (yuuu) on her sofa
like the comment section, you can find me smoking doja
hit that green a couple times and pass it off to lloda
i feel like i’m 12 when i smoke a black, really doe
and that probably was your b*tch i f*cked, let’s check the video
h*ll nah i ain’t from atlanta, i’m from the ‘bany hoe
prolly the most talented n*gga up out my city though
[verse iii: poolhall percy]
i feel like the man now, i feel like the man
she say she like how my band sound, i guess she a fan
she took me to her parents house, something stopped the plan
her mama caught me with my pants down, acting like a lamp
that was back in 2019, coming back from camp
if i’m gon’ be stuck in this b*tch, i’ma lay my stamp
for the last d*mn time, put the 9 back on the map
word to cantrell, just stick to what y’all do best and yap

[verse iv: black lloda]
think you can beat me and you playing yourself, man
like julia roberts in ocean’s eleven
to do all of this, lloda feel like he destined
with all of this preaching, could pass as a reverend
i’ll bully you foolies, you mac and i’m kevin
steady sinning, know i’m not seeing heaven
it ain’t no half*stepping, you know that i’m repping
i’ll give the game back when i turn twenty*seven
i’m trying too hard
i used to do magic, you make the wrong move
and you seeing an angel, i’m pulling your card
she wanna f*ck, but let’s do it tomorrow
i been him him since dora been exploring
since shaq led the league in scoring
tryna make the world less boring
all that other sh*t is unimportant
[verse v: 40unce]
but greene
i’ll even shoot you a feature or two for a nominal fee
you want a beat? that’s another fee
want to record it? another fee
it need a mix? that’s another fee
it need a cover? another fee
video edits? another fee
basically n0body f*cking with me
just think of me as the friendliest villain
since 2015, i been chilling like krillin
been balling like westbrook back at the pavilion
my only regret, i ain’t yet made a million
why the south hot as a mug? (cause i’m here)
you must be smelling these drugs (it’s not fear)
catch you in traffic, you better not be lacking
cause i ain’t aiming for the truck (lightyear)

- 40unce lyrics

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