24's - amere fresh lyrics
hook
money hoes, cars and clothes that’s how all my n*ggas roll//
pulling up on 24s and i’m known to keep that pole//
money hoes, cars and clothes that’s how all my n*ggas roll//
pulling up on 24s and i’m known to keep that pole//
amere fresh verse:
i’ll send a funny rap n*gga up to red fox//
i just copped the new chopper with the red dot//
i twist big blunts longer than a dread lock//
a head shot a put a n*gga breadbox//
i got a b*tch with big titts look like jill scott//
i’ve been serving rock make yo scale pop//
plug pull up and drop it thru the mail slot//
i got the whole kitchen smelling like nail shop//
and i feel like i just won the super bowl//
i got a b*tch with me badder than a two year old//
she pulled the coochie out i ate it like a sushi roll//
her man calling but i’m all up in her coochie hole//
they saying he ratting than a n*gga turn to pest control//
diamond chains on me looking like a sketch and glow//
he think we beefing til i turn em to a vegetable//
and i’m the best with the fashion i should let you know//
hook
money hoes, cars and clothes that’s how all my n*ggas roll//
pulling up on 24s and i’m known to keep that pole//
money hoes, cars and clothes that’s how all my n*ggas roll//
pulling up on 24s and i’m known to keep that pole//
blizz verse
pull up stuntin wit my bros pull up clutching on that pole tryna play up on my top a get chu hit and leave you swoll we ain’t trippin on nun n*gga not money not no hoes aye get the f*ck up out my face befo i squeeze and let sh*t go
hit the dice game so cold bet that 10 and bet that 4 7 eleven bet everybody round this circle watch me roll henny got a n*gga bent in other words brody i’m throwed need me a uber b*tch i’m lit sh*t ain’t no way i’m driving home
gimme a minute wit cha brawd she gone tellin out it’s 2 i got some sh*t right up my sleeve that’s finna give n*ggas the blues shoutout them haters who be hatin me n*gga i’m the truth i’ll get it poppin wit any n*gga round this b*tch sh*t what it do
n*gga i’m up i can’t come down on my bro gene i’m off that juice ridin theu the city on my level n*gga you know i got that whoop brody lo got me off then woods it got me hangin out that roof
brody lo got off then woods it got me hanging out that roof. that ain’t yo wife that ain’t yo how n*gga that’s baby bro nem gru
hook
money hoes, cars and clothes that’s how all my n*ggas roll//
pulling up on 24s and i’m known to keep that pole//
money hoes, cars and clothes that’s how all my n*ggas roll//
pulling up on 24s and i’m known to keep that pole//
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