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the boondocks freestyle - jide-kun lyrics

[intro]
i’m an ignorant, long d*ck, skinny mothaf*cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b*tch a fed: under covers

[skit]

[hook]
i’m an ignorant, long d*ck, skinny mothaf*cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b*tch a fed: under covers
these n*ggas wylin’, i’m above it
these b*tches childish: donald glover
money keep piling, on my mother
she broke my heart, i’ll find another

[verse 1]
walk with limp; pockets is heavy
i might get you hit; n*gga don’t tempt me
i step in this b*tch wearing giuseppes
she tryna kick it; girl you too messi
my new b*tch bad, boujee, and petty
i run with the sauce and i’m adding spaghetti
one eye on the fetti; i’m sipping that remy
i’d k!ll all these n*ggas but mama won’t let me
ah yeah… her body imported
ice on the gang, we might just get deported
hitting my line, you can tell she annoy me
i would ask for head, but she’d just disappoint me
aim at ya brain, n*gga i’m zooted
blood on my shirt with some bits of medulla
my right hand is honest: he a straight shooter
my left hand a k!ller: he just gon do ya
trying them angles, this ain’t bermuda
see all the cappin you do on computers
my chain a freezer, neck got cooler
drag on the b*lls lil baby, i’m boolin’
ah yeah… peons and peasants
battling demons and fighting depression
time that wasted on b*tches with flexing
i f*cked up some commas then f*cked up my credit
ah yeah… n*gga i said it
give me a chance; give me some credit
b*tch there’s a burglary all in ya edges
you 4/20 friendly with 7/11

[hook]
i’m an ignorant, long d*ck, skinny mothaf*cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b*tch a fed: under covers
these n*ggas wylin’, i’m above it
these b*tches childish: donald glover
money keep piling, on my mother
she broke my heart, i’ll find another

[verse 2]
step out your body you finna get bodied
there ain’t no chance i won’t catch a homi
you want no problems
i keep dread*headed n*ggas in the lobby
so who gonna stop me
these b*tches is plastic for paper: you copy?
her titties were perky but she off the molly
nigerian arrogance, n*gga i’m c*cky
locked up my wrist, so my wrist looking rocky
she leaving make*up all up on my t*shirt
in a 2 seater, my shawty got shotty
you spilling d’usse all up on my sneakers
careful my n*gga, b*tch don’t tell me sorry
if you a pretty boy, we playing carti
if you a city girl, we playing cardi
she hit my line and she asking for d*ck
she hit your line just to ask for the party

[hook]
i’m an ignorant, long d*ck, skinny mothaf*cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b*tch a fed: under covers
these n*ggas wylin’, i’m above it
these b*tches childish: donald glover
money keep piling, on my mother
she broke my heart, i’ll find another
(x2)

- jide kun lyrics

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