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stray dog freestyle - lou from paradise lyrics

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how could one man be capable of such, madness
yeah, ay

[verse]
been goin’ blood but my bros is crippy, b*tch
rip go to nipsey, rollin’ sticky
they think we beefin, done f*ckin’ with vegans these hoes is picky
my b*tch from stapleton, stove is sticky but her dome get busy
joints so think, it look like we be smokin’ twinkies
at nathans was the only time you was holdin’ glizzys
my flow decode da vinci from the coldest city
so i froze my pinky, gettin’ dome from pinkys
tryna pick my brain but they know it’s tricky
bring my name up bet your hoe defend me
many get exposed these hoes with envy on the road to benjis, yeah
i need selena but i’ll go for demi, i gotta million f*ckin’ flows
that i ain’t shown already
i’m more than petty, y’all got wifeys that i hold already
pull up hard, b*tch we’ll pull card like we was poker ready
they fold already, pose with guns but they can’t hold it steady
more than risky, smokin’ on your dead mans that’s a mornin’ spliffy
my white b*tch wear baggy jeans like billie eilish
he spend his stimmy really childish, just to feely stylish
doin’ too much, i just woke up i’m in philly wildin’
i been thinkin’, gotta quit the drinkin’ i get really violent
i told my ex to block my number but she still be dialin’
said he really poppin’, i was on his block milly rockin’, yeah
shorty will tell you that i’m really toxic, they really stalkin’
ain’t even really droppin’ but they still be jockin’
they copy my steelo, i be amazed man my life like gta if i popped in the cheat codes
they whole ass mini me’s like i was not gunna peep though
bout to off his whole set like i was opps of the migos, yeah
your dyed dreads don’t really mean you got a bright head
linkin’ your ex don’t really want pipe but i like head
you tryna solve beef online sound type fed
yellin’ on your phone on live till you type red
i seen the boys and i typed sped, y’all are type sped
you thought you was beastin’ but your hypes dead
’bout to eat these f*ckin’ p*ssies like dyk* hair
type bread, then get your face popped like a white head
man they jealous like a spike head
i just d*cked your sl*t could give a f*ck if you get tight
word to my dead yeah
word to my dead, b*tch

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