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tim westwood crib session freestyle - freddie gibbs lyrics

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]

i’m a cold motherf-cker with the sh-t
dump a ice bucket on my wrist
she ain’t f-ckin’ i ain’t f-ckin’ with the b-tch
i remember when i used to hit the cluckers with the whip
4 a.m. i got a kitchen full of customers and sh-t
got ’em beamin’ up the scotty
freddie bout to throw a powder party
forgiatos on that four-door maserati
got that cutl-ss 442
it sound like nascar when you start it
b-tch don’t play i pull that trigger like carmelo at the garden
what you know about it?
robbin’ for the powder
100 in the trunk i bet you all them b-tches solid
7 series bm, i got all these b-tches flockin’
plan to get this sh-t legit i know the county’s gonna be watchin’
bumpin’ 40 with my 40. caliber i’m on my j.o
and i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo for my mayo
but f-ck it though, my youngin’ threw some stacks out on the table
said that birdie thang’ could go for 40 tre but that’s o.k. though
let my tombstone quote
motherf-ck bein’ broke
so bury me with 20, 30 k and somethin’ to smoke
tell em’ f-ck a eulogy just read some gutter sh-t i wrote
pour some henny on the corner, roll a blunt and make a toast
to a real n-gga, trill n-gga’
still thuggin’ in the field with ya’
my little n-ggas they be up and skippin’ cl-ss in the mornin’
kush pack blowin’
gonna smoke him and his homie, bought em’ all a pair of jordan’s
and i’m living like a eastside rider, straight grinder
i know n-ggas with the 5 pack of white china
and it’s hard to do the rappin’, leave this life behind ya’
when i’m countin’ up 100 k on my recliner
lazy-boy, praise this boy
gary street’s couldn’t plague this boy
made this boy
do some cold things for a dollar
take a n-gga’ for ransom, he in the trunk of my impala
for the blocka blocka
all my noccas chillin’ in the 6
bumpin’ that cali ice bucket challenge on my wrist
thuggin’, black in the u.s. it’s a challenge to exist
stove 1000 degrees, imma’ graduate to a brick
i be gradually gettin’ chips
all my smokers coppin’ the pack of that package
if you can move it i give you points on the pack, n-gga’

gangsta gibbs baby ahaha

westwood we in this thang’ mayne’!

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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