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not that far freestyle - mir blackwell lyrics

[verse 1]
chopper on me waiting red dots like root door, and i shoot, dawg
i just had a couple coupe, dawg, and i pull up with the roof off
and that n*gga in the booth talking ’bout the crew, then i let this tool off
b*tch n*ggas taking fews, ever since i move i been on that new source
i look out for the minute
for lying the scammers, i’m buying the hammer
got jammers for n*ggas who trying to tear up
the oak in my hands, so i gotta be beerus
this sh*t be under rest when i rap, just check the moniker
and shawty let me in, we just friends, she my monika
she a big body tits, she a bass, she let me wilding that
i used to never holler, now i f*cked it ’cause i’m popular
[verse 2]
b*tch bad, but she kind of popping, but i let her beat me like she wild rosy
sh*t i smoking on the type of loud, in the room i made, it looking kinda cloudy
shorty told me that she wanna towel, but i’m on the mini ’cause i wanna body
4k, man, we just proud, i remember days they were rap without me
but i ain’t got time for haters, though, i got greater go
a man’s p*ssed of my wrist and folks, but i never cut them in the paper, though
they tryna get a n*gga lamer hoe, but i’m on the moving, where the paper go
last sh*t, got no favorite sole in the long run, that sh*t maddest go
i treat the booth like a kitchen
last sh*t that i wore on these dishes
og had me rap for the business
i riddle when n*ggas won’t listen
i riddle when n*ggas was dissing
i know when n*ggas just miss this
now i make move for the mission
and i don’t feel bad if you missed it, b*tch!

- mir blackwell lyrics

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