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mclovin - freddie gibbs lyrics

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[intro: benny the butcher & freddie gibbs]
pretty little, pre*
your lie, lie
pretty little, pre*
your lie, lie
pretty little, pre*
your lie, lie
we sell dope for a motherf*cking living, n*gga
you feel me? f*ck that rap sh*t
pretty little, pre*
your lie, lie (yeah, uh, yeah)

[verse: freddie gibbs & benny the butcher]
i was just f*cking them girls, i was gon’ get right back
i had a line on that soft, i was gon’ switch it to crack
i stuck to tires like i’m fixing a flat, swimming through racks
cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty*two back
b*tch, what you trippin’ on?
just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
i don’t even f*ck with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl
she asked me if i’m f*cking her friend, just know i’m hitting y’all
f*ck an opp, two*fifty round drums when i give it to y’all
and it’ll make the shade room if these bloggers knew who i’m f*cking
it’ll make the same news if the feds knew who i’m plugging
you bought sixty grams off me, i probably threw in a dozen
you need a dope boy, b*tch, f*ck you gon’ do with a husband?
[pre*chorus: freddie gibbs]
b*tch, i been on the shade room, got three baby mamas, i’m thuggin
tmz been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden
heard the dea, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him
i’ma leave up out the country with fake id like mclovin

[chorus: freddie gibbs]
b*tch, what you trippin’ on?
thirty*six raw, cut that with acetone
monday, tuesday, wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b*tch, what you trippin’ on?)
thirty*six raw, cut that with acetone
sat*rday and sunday, i only talk on the family phone (sh*t)

[interlude: freddie gibbs & benny the butcher]
these motherf*ckers out here talking about, you know what i’m sayin’?
i’m tired of* i’m tired of all these n*ggas talking about this whole dope sh*t, the drug sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, i made it to the motherf*cking grammy’s, n*gga
you talking ’bout ”sh*t, i’ll show you the raw”, n*gga (yo, yo)

[verse 2: benny the butcher & freddie gibbs]
i treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her with the ice
reward a single b*tch that’s faithful to a n*gga with a wife
plug hate me like i ran off with bundles and f*cked his wife
migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night
you ain’t never been in a gang war if you don’t know my life
feds got me up on the gang board, vl for life
big rabbit got a package, godd*mn it, i keep a sprite
when obama got elected, i caught a case with a wife (yeah)
b*tch, what you trippin’ on?
they want to know how i feel about mach workin’ with west
why would i give a f*ck? i’m rich already, i wish him the best
played the game where a brick get you death, a hit get you less
judged for the number on your shirt, but it won’t be mitch*ll & ness
you like to claim her, the truth is we shared the b*tch, so i guess
i sent her back with some cash in her purse and d*ck on her breath, yeah
i make my girl a star too from buying all that yola
gang hit again, y’all hoes still crying in toyotas
[chorus: freddie gibbs]
b*tch, what you trippin’ on?
thirty*six raw, cut that with acetone
monday, tuesday, wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b*tch, what you trippin’ on?)
thirty*six raw, cut that with acetone
sat*rday and sunday, i only talk on the family phone (b*tch, what you trippin’ on?)

[outro: benny the butcher]
this for my n*gga doug
first n*gga ever gave me a brick, man
how i’m gon’ forget you?
that’s a chance, you’ll be kiddin’ me, haha
federal district attorney
bsf, n*gga

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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