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me freestlye - lancey foux lyrics

[intro]
fam all the artistic side of me put that aside for a minute fam, i’m talking to you, everything i’m saying is real so listen
you know i’m saying sometimes i can get artistic and sometimes i can get realistic know what i’m sayin’
i’m tired blud, you get me?
huh, chyeah

[verse]
what the f*ck is this for?
i did it in london they bite me abroad
i did it in london they bite me abroad
i did it in paris i came with the mandem
i came with cabbage they eat up the pattern
i linked up with jack i’ve been f*ckin’ up hatton
i’m bout to retire, i’m too good at rapping
my n*ggas ain’t tired of shooting and stabbing
my n*ggas ain’t tired of lеtting it go
different designs from my hеad to my toe
seven aside won’t settle the score
when i’m playing for mine put a knife on the board
n*ggas been making up lies and swinging it
i just been in different swag for a minute
oh you rocking them leather and chains? i did it
you ride in a big boy range? i did it
bad b*tch come foreign exchange, i did it
on the m way getting that brain, i did it
you serving that lil’ cocaine? i did it
spent a hundred racks today, i did it
i’m a bad boy put you on game
got rich didn’t buy no chain
oh you rocking that richard mille plain?
in my hood that’s a richard mille stain
in my hood that should be ordain
’bout to give the whole world my pain
’bout to give the whole world my pain
’bout to give the whole world my swag
hop out the jean*paul gaultier bag
n*ggas can’t afford to pop these tags
n*ggas can’t afford to pop these tags
n*ggas can’t afford to drop no hash
could’ve got secondhand smoke, firsthand smoke, all type of smoke, whole lotta smoke, cigarette smoke
once hit the dome
razor ramone, cut off your throat
i seen a junkie back out the door
bando, cunch, count up the dough
you see the shank on my waist hit the woah?
decoy boy how you still don’t know?
decoy boy how you still don’t get it?
they copy my style and they copy my sound and it’s cool for a while but they just don’t get it
hide in my face, got 9 in the case, got shine on the waist but they just don’t get it
i can be cool or crude, get out my way i’mma move, they just don’t get it
n*ggas must think i’m out here like mario judah, you must not get it
lancey, lancey, lancey, lancey, lancey, lancey, chyeah
lancey, lancey, lancey, lancey, lancey, lancey, chyeah
lancey, lancey, playing with the fire can’t even knock the flame out
i was tryna’ hide the fact i’m a real street n*gga, i should’ve just came out
i had already gone through life before i had my name out
n*ggas be talking and talking and talking, the shank on my waist what you saying now?
n*ggas be stalking, stalking, stalking tryna’ figure out my layout

- lancey foux lyrics

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