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freestyle (feat. lommanny) - demeezy lyrics

tell me why you got a gun
if you ain’t ever finna use it
why you pulling out that strap

but you know d*mn well you wont shoot it
if i pull up on yo block
these n*ggas know i’m with my shooter
gotta ruger with a ruler if i up it
ima do ya
n*ggas talking
till we pull up
and get to spraying rounds
my n*ggas active
you capping yall n*ggas playin ’round
playing with my money nah n*gga
i need my payment now
gun up in his mouth let me hear
what that n*gga say now
we can squabble up
or get blowers n*gga i bang it out
you talking be about my n*gga
it ain’t no changing now
you say u got a blower
then pop out lil n*gga bring it out
my money n my blower
2 things i could never leave without
n*gga f*ck is n*ggas talking bout
shoot him in his leg and tell
a p*ssy n*gga walk it out
why you n*ggas capping n yapping
with sh*t you not about pull up
put some bullets up in him then im pulling out

b*tch there go demeezy b*tch
i be with that drillin sh*t
got that thang up in my pocket
n*ggas trip we shooting sh*t
dividends sorry god
i’m finna sin again
shawty shaking ass
but can she do it by the ceiling fan
do no wrong sorry n*ggas
i been on my own
hardest n*gga in my city
dare a n*gga try to prove me wrong

with yo b*tch i beat it up
i had that lil b*tch up in her thong
beat it up ima beat it up
to my f*cking song
total mack
n*ggas run up
i’m finna blow em bacc
tote a strap big fat bullets it rip
right through yo hat n*ggas rats
b*tch you talking to the cops
pull up on his block with a mop and i knock
him out his socks n*ggas talk
these n*ggas b*tches so i clutch extensions these n*ggas talkin
on the gang
then he go end up missing and
i ain’t playing with you n*ggas
i might f*ck yo mrs hit n diss it
up in the kitchen n b*tch i’m water whipping get a bag
run it up i did it h*lla fast
i’m riding ’round in a audi
my brother crashed the jag
i got a couple n*ggas mad
bout some sh*t they ain’t ever had
run it up get to it quick
i had to chase a bag

i’m pressing n*ggas cuz n*ggas mad
i got tripping fingers and n*ggas
fighting cuz i be mad and i be
tripping n*ggas pump fake
i’m sock em i be pump fake
pump fake like i’m kobe two four cuz i’m a go eight
squabble up and took a l
momma said go fight again
cuz if i lose and come back
then i ain’t coming in
squabble up took a l
momma said go fight again
cuz if i lose and come back
then i ain’t coming in
hit em with that left hook
left a n*gga shook
hit em with that right
make sure his head on tight
i be playing with these n*ggas
i be playing with i fight
h*lla n*ggas tripping
giving fades on sight
tip toe with i’m tipping
you can’t sip what i’m sipping
young n*ggas tipping
walking extension yeah
i could have you balling
stop playing
why she calling when i’m calling
bop bop
cops tried to scoop a n*gga up
but b*tch i’m still free
sh*t ain’t ever sweet
never was and never will be
n*gga talking tough on the net
said he go k!ll me
i’m reckless with the life
that i’m living so n*gga we’ll see
i ain’t talking seven days but
my opposition real week
i ain’t hear to spit no flow
i’m hear to k!ll beats
the lil homie beat yo ass
so don’t you lil me
i don’t f*ck with no n*gga boy
do you feel me i heard you was a
b*tch and a snitch
could never work with you
n*ggas want my life so that’s why
i keep me a *rs*nal
i can’t f*ck with f*ck n*ggas
n*gga don’t take it personal
b*tch i raised myself
it ain’t nothing more i can
learn from you n*gga

- demeezy lyrics

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