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tough talk freestyle - lil stars (chicago) lyrics

(verse)
f*cking your b*tch and your daughter, uh
her p*ssy wet like a waterfall
she put her tongue on my b*lls
i’ve been going through withdrawals
but i’ve been getting this cash
so i don’t give a f*ck at all
you run up on me, that’s case closed
.40 stuck to me like velcro, hit him in his face, now it’s a red nose
time to switch up the flow
i’ve been on a roll, show after show
vv’s cold, you run up on me
.40 kiss you up, no mistletoe
all you n*ggas so funny
claiming you making that money
all you n*ggas no gang, y’all n*ggas don’t bang
you run up on me, i’ma split your brains
all you b*tches so funny
claiming that you love me
sorry baby, i don’t know what it means
i’ma get back to popping beans
sipping lean, on the daily
i know i’m a fiend, baby
trying to drown my demons on the daily
you run up on me, .40 leave you leaking on the pavement, uh
i don’t miss, i get all the hits
bad b*tch on my phone, say she need it, uh
say she crave it, uh
.40 on me, split his brains like ravioli, mostaccioli
avalanche on my wrist, i’m so h*lla rich
i can buy your b*tch, she ride it like a bicycle
suck it like a popsicle
so high it’s astronomical
fighting my demons, diabolical
how ironical, so typical of me right?
tryna forget the past set it on fire, ignite
i’m praying to god that i’ll be alright
hope i can get peace, see the light
hope i can get sleep tonight

- lil stars chicago lyrics

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