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sorrows freestyle - dyme-a-duzin lyrics

[verse 1]
f*cked up with my best shorty simpin’ for the broads
crushed when she discovered that her n*gga was a wh0re
i said i’m 22, i never did this sh*t before
i was lost, with phony ppl gettin it on tours
young dummy, quick to hit it with no remorse
then diss the b*tch, i’m sorry for my temper
i’m a taurus, you annoyin’
i sent this sh*t to tiller and he called me like “i feel this”
wouldn’t think that he would steal it but it’s business
be a fool to take it personal
sh*t is never shade
cause the ones tryna play ya be the same n*ggas worshipped you
shame it ain’t work for you
sh*t, i’m living great
not engaged in with the lames and celebs you celebrate
kissing ass for attention, fl!ckin’ pictures for a name
when they ain’t writin’ iller when a pen’ll hit the page
soulect singer n*ggas sit ’em in their gravez
no ny emcee can pen a hit as hot as me
i’m dyme*a*jeter
flexin’ on felicia text, she flexible
i keep her on her toes like a ballerina
said she’s an aspiring singer
if it ain’t bout the throat, i ain’t tryna see her
i don’t r&b her
no kisses, no hickies, no make up on collars
hoe, i need the dome strictly
know the d*ck fire when she call the phone tipsy
knowin’ that my shorty know my code, hoes risky
man, keepin it a band i been ya sensei
d*mn, sonned you from the ‘net since i was 16
fam, socked ’em in his sh*t and he was 6’5
never been a punk n*gga, f*ck a ripped jean, d*mn
threw it back i can’t believe the way it’s rippling
tommy switch it with the choppa make this sh*t sing
like it’s *nsync
borrowed that bar from jack harlow
y’all hardly go hard, go against me
cheese told me we gon’ blow up eventually
you should be in ???
givin’ roses for his six feet
i be going hard for another six weeks
industry is shady but the clique deep
time for a new presi’ got your wind piece
since we need another head for the feat
i need a arm and a leg how i’m bodying this sh*t
(sheesh!)
just practice
name another n*gga doin’ it like dyme
just askin’
you need to tap back in
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
stumblin’ drunk tho
’til i be with a thick b*tch
said don’t give a f*ck and i ain’t sorry for this sh*t
cuz my b*tch in miami for new years, holidays & christmas
and this sh*t gettin’ lonely
i can’t take fires of this sh*t
i try not to tell our business
lil’ n*gga why you run to twitter like a boy?
spillin’ over cuz them feelings is ignored
f*ck your b*tch gettin’ visible when i score
why you still treating this sh*t like it’s a sport?
this is practice!
just practice
name a n*gga do it like dyme
just askin’
you need to tap back in
go 2

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