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super c3 freestyle - c3 official lyrics

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blowing back o’s till they ghost

cap in that caption die for a post

love that b*tch cuz she gonna do the most

won’t go for a servant i look for the host

i hit my lil b*tch and we right by the coast
n*gga play tough and he turned into toast

the way i do rap this sh*t they stealing my quotes

like i been with the sh*t but i won’t even boast

rather talk to some snakes for i talk to the jakes

whip my wrist until that b*tch break

can’t fw no n*gga who throwing down rakes

you claim u some demons we jumping yo gates

we all know that gun just for show

be with real k!llers boy how did you know

got cold feet boy didn’t even blow

meet you in the four if u really want smoke

let off some shots for sure

snakes in my grass might be time to mow

this b*tch ass n*gga crashed out bout a hoe

she was f*cking on me while you texted her phone

spin on a n*gga no cd

when i’m wit his b*tch she like to get freaky

these n*ggas be sweet no kiwi

i’m throwing down fours whenever they see me

spray a n*gga down no graffiti

pop up like magic just like a genie
push up to spot we in bushes we sneaky

feeling like cena they ain’t even see me

been in this sh*t n*gga you starter

taking all yo sh*t ion wanna barter

claim to be dogs but you gotta go harder

you don’t even a bite n*gga you a lil barker

don’t bring up sliding these n*ggas be cap

have his partner face was all his lap

beat on every opp if i don’t got a strap

break his face in put his head in the tap

send you to h*ll no cap

n*ggas be lying don’t be in the trap

and they also not posted with straps

playing both sides disappear of the map

beat on your rapper they like how could he

pop any n*gga who smoking on

take a hit of this sh*t and he said that it shook me

sn*tch a hoe a n*gga chain if i know that he p*ssy

hold up i’m going super saiyan

3 ***** i’m superman

i’m too high don’t know what you sayin

i fed them n*ggas they bit the hand

big dawg was taking from me now he missing he paws

she make that clap , round of applause

she want me beat up back i rather beat up her jaws

she want me to stay put a b*tch on pause

god then my family n*gga that’s my religion

you not gonna get paid if you ain’t even pitch in

i got money now b*tch i don’t be in the kitchen

let’s talk about how hard this beat be hitting

beat hit harder than two crackheads fighting

beat hit hard like god made lightning

beat sound like tiger when its biting

this beat got your main b*tch excited

used to be a street n*gga why would i care bout a grammy

you wanna get high uh buy this *****

keep talking my sh*t know they can’t stand me

pistol tucked in a ***** otw miami

patch tf in don’t need a break

been selling these drugs that softer than drake

he posting his loot must want us to take

you already u know u dead if u fake

pressed i think the lil n*gga hurt

make him a worm put him under the dirt

get low b*tch get short

score field not doing no court

talk that sh*t got him dead on the curb

think for a second do you wanna die for them words?

put him in the sky he look like a bird

she gave me brain b*tch i feel like a nerd

bad lil b*tch she get on my nerves

heard you got finessed like what did you serve

2g smoking a batch of some herb

c3 that n*gga i’m gonna be heard

shaking and sh*t he look like a b*tch

talking all sl!ck get him punched in his sh*t

i’m a big dog i feel like a pit

told him fly he feeling like rick

n*ggas be rats mouse no mick

how we know that you told ? that n*gga just sick

can’t ever just fall off bout no b*tch

f*ck my last hoe little slime ass trick

(***)

no time for a b*tch gonna run up a check

b*tch still tryna f*ck on me know i’m the best

mad over that hoe man he really gonna stress

she look like a wreck but still throwing the neck

we can fire sh*t leave it hot like a lava

no sneak i’m not with the drama

no i’m not chief but i stay with a llama

no it don’t baa send shots at your mama

n*ggas be ratting don’t play none of that

glock like blessing make his head go back

pop out the cut i’m rocking all black

he don’t score in the field he feeling like shaq

pop me a n*gga he was snitching he through

feeling like pac n*gga i got the juice

how many **** did it take n*gga two

i like to be close like he already knew

gonna score on these b*tches they gonna get sacked

he finna take he running like track

do him like ricky put a hole in his back

that’s a opp in the air i don’t know how to act

(gottem)

- c3 official lyrics

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