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newborn freestyle - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
you know the truth, n*gga
yeah, gang and them
off the mussle, stinc team, all that, n*gga
b*tch (pull some of that bass out, bruce)

[verse: blue pesos]
sh*t bagged him, throw him in the huggies, he’s a newborn
make a n*gga strip with this heater, he should cook for me
cold*ass n*ggas phone after, we is not rappin’
shoot it to my left hand, ayy, i’m a glock master, n*gga
hit sticks, somebody call madden
another silly opp on a shirt, get a pallbearer
winnie*ass n*ggas
who want the smoke? these n*ggas all scared
police*ass n*ggas, keep it pushin’ ‘fore i start blastin’
got him breakdancin’, chops out, but don’t panic
opps out, we chastise him, can’t escape from best buy
deep fry him, [?] shoe shiner, he’s a small fry, n*gga
yeah, you know the truth
put him in a suit with black shoes and grab a new casket
internet thugs, drop the keyboard and stop cappin’
otm just f*cked the beat up and b*tches start gaspin’
red and blue lights in the rear, n*gga, go faster
me and mei ling can’t stop f*ckin’, n*gga, stop askin’
n*gga got stripped for his strap, how did that happen?
stinc team, too greedy fam, we got the best rappers
you know we keep street sweeps in the back, why you look back?
smoke out the k, you want the beef, just know it cost cancer
liable to get the lil’ homies, grab the brass knuckles
i know she got a bbl, peep the ass on her
stock*x, f*ck them new kicks, we toe tag n*ggas
every day, i’m sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas, they can’t f*ck with me
k’s out, how many sh*lls you drop? just a buck*fifty
why you always tryna take from n*ggas? b*tch, i’m too greedy
[?], i say what i want, b*tch, i speak freely
r.i.p. to lil’ johnny, all they found was his new beanie
nina always touchin’ on the opps, sh*t get real freaky
slime through they hood, park trippin’, i see four weenies
another day of f*ckin’ n*ggas over, this sh*t too easy
[verse 2: duffy]
why this n*gga talkin’ like it’s pressure when he don’t mean it?
parked, waitin’ in his driveway, he think his b*tch seen him
stripper flexin’ n*ggas, should’ve known he couldn’t trust people
mud walkin’ with the cold devil, we some true demons
street sweepers comin’ down his block, better move your car
sneakin’ into kim juan house, it’s not that hard
if you want a feature, then your dough better be up to par
[?] like he scar, fire burnin’, this sh*t get hectic
newborn, finna put that n*gga in a baby carriage
if he said it’s lookin’ iffy, jimmy hendrix on me, heavy metal
tucked him in, singed him sad songs, lullabies too
[?] you seein’ macs in the trap, we finna slide through
back to back slaps, had to show what y’all been waitin’ on
get a n*gga whacked and change clothes, i ain’t tell a soul
it’s time to go, n*gga, willie nelson, we back on the road
another day of takin’ n*ggas’ fans and takin’ they hoes
you can’t hit the door, you ain’t bringin’ in no cash with me
i ain’t finna argue with no n*gga, this a chop talkin’
bart choked him, walkin’ in the club with pippy longstocking
make a n*gga run, we in la where it ain’t safe walkin’
save with all the pointless yappin’, n*ggas ain’t about no action
oochies stashed up in the mattress, bummy, i cannot imagine
she don’t even gotta do that much, and we the main attraction
quick to get up on a cappin’ n*gga, we all got blammers
back and forth with p about an opp, he flip forward or backward
do a n*gga foul, i think i said enough, i think i’m over rappin’
flu flammer n*ggas, we don’t bunk, i know we doin’ damage
n*ggas don’t be passin’, i’m close friends with sue yung
finna shoot somethin’, get the flowers and the white doves
i ain’t sparin’ fake n*ggas nothin’, they get no love, n*gga
[outro: duffy]
n*gga
we know the truth, n*gga

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