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6 min freestyle - cincotheflexgod lyrics

had to pack my bags, b*tch i’m going home
you can see my face, it look like nothing wrong
yeah that is the only thing that i cap about
and i know these problems going to be something i laugh about
f*ck around hop up out the bed, turn my swag on
in the mafia, every thing about the cash yeah
they was talking down until i blew right past them
don’t ask what i’m toting in this tote bag yeah
i switched lanes and i ran up a whole bag yeah
b*tch i’m a gremlin, i feel like lil kodak yeah
i ran up digits on digits, you know that
and we got b*tches on b*tches that throw back
and it ain’t thursday
i got n*ggas, pop up out the cut and do you the worst way
my boy got a bl!ckey on his hip and he from jersey
and you know it’s big m mafia, no mercy
hit this christian b*tch right from the back, i got her cursing
hop up in that loud ass track hawk and i’m swerving
hopped up in that srt, the h*llcat b*tch i’m swerving
hop up in that scat pack, b*tch you know i’m swerving
limousine, ufo, either way it go i’m swerving
they was trying to knock me off the team like kyrie irving
but i had a purpose
that’s no cap, even though i graduated i ain’t learn sh*t
i’m a rob the bank while his b*tch causing a diversion
if you heard something about me, i bet that i got a different version
i don’t even answer the phone no more unless it’s urgent
everybody getting under my skin, like a surgeon
she want to f*ck on my friends, that’s that bird sh*t
i ain’t even tripping, she was two i got a third b*tch
only let her spend the night if she going to suck me early
kicked her out the temple, i don’t care if she was shirley
popped him like a pimple, they found out i was playing dirty
i know it sound simple, but i can’t leave without my thirty
i know we was single, but that sh*t still had hurted me
if a n*gga get to close, my dogs alerting me
if i pull out these blue notes i bet she twerk for me
can you tell me how true love turned to a burglary
mafia sh*t, all my n*ggas went out with perjury
mafia sh*t, no we can’t talk about what we talk about
make a club show, look like i’m headlining at rolling loud
and i’m like f*ck no, if these n*ggas think they can match my pockets now
i got pump inside the trunk, f*ck you talking about
i get so high and get so drunk, i can’t even walk around
as soon as i made it to the top, they tried to lock me out
realize it’s a movie every single time i’m popping out
i’m with n*ggas, don’t know what you talking about when it come to body counts

i ain’t fell this proud since i had a cap and gown
coming for the billions, watch the throne i need my crown
heard he talking down
man that chopper loud as sh*t now we don’t hear a sound
you don’t want to know the type of n*ggas i keep around
they the type of n*ggas to walk you down right now
like it ain’t big enough for two of us inside this town
i done lost my f*cking mind, i don’t even know who found it
talk down on the mafia and you end up surrounded
i don’t trust a soul so i got to double count it
b*tch i’m stunting every day for n*ggas that had doubted me
and all these n*ggas is my sons, that’s just how it sound to me
i guess you can’t hear
i got the juice in this world, and i got drugs on a leer
i ain’t showing no love until i see it’s crystal clear
it ain’t nothing above, i’m trying to make this my year
yeah, trying to make this sh*t mine
and you know it ain’t cap cause it send chills down your whole spine
any n*gga getting in my way, i’m a put a n*gga in the sky
pocket rocket got fah
n*gga better not try
i be trying not to cry
i don’t even know why
i don’t even know the reason
i could play more than 82 games, every day it’s my season
i got on all these layers outside, it ain’t even freezing
all these n*ggas been sleep, like route twelve in the kanto region
they be sleep and they snore, but my pockets fat like snorlax
f*ck that, i need more racks
couple n*ggas finna slide on you and ain’t waiting for no floor wax
if you ain’t outside and you be talking, i ignore it
i’m a fly this ufo
like a submarine
if you talk subliminal, you better not be talking to me
i’m a tote this f&n to substitute my sub machine
ain’t no blemish on my record, i got n*ggas that go dumb for me
keep it pretty cool any time that it get ugly
keep it cool, keep it bool, man that sh*t ain’t nothing to me
keep a tool, keep a hundred round drum under me
keep it true, true religion jeans on the summary
keep it true and i’m rocking christian, got her on her knees
i just f*cked that b*tch to sleep and now that girl don’t want to leave
just don’t talk to much lil b*tch, cause you know that’s my pet peeve
i been way too geeked, i don’t even know what the f*ck you said
i feel like soulja boy, cause i hopped out the bed
turned my swag on, and i got right to the bread
this a love letter to you and i ain’t talking about trippie redd
i just switched my b*tch out for her best friend instead
i done came a long way, my money longer than my dreads
i done came a long way, now i got three hoes and a sled
ain’t no red nose, this a red eye
i been on my ass smoking gas with a head high
pull up what you call it, and my wallet got them dead guys

- cincotheflexgod lyrics

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