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touchable freestyle - otm lyrics

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[verse 1: blue pesos]
hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable
used to slap his music ’til we found out he was touchin’ kids
n*ggas in my dms, who is that? he don’t want no beef
we know the truth, the truth hurts, he don’t be in the streets
i ain’t wanna have to do it to him, can’t whine, just bought the chopsticks, spill his ramen noodles
pump faker turn that sh*t off, we don’t play that music
brain splattered on my dumpster like it’s gettin’ brutal
independent, no deal, b*tch, who really winnin’?
every day we gettin’ new cheese, why you penny*pinchin’?
he can’t claim the stinc team, i know he sick of livin’
tragic stories, long poems, f*ck a happy ending
n*ggas back for business (brother douglas, we don’t do those)
he’s a big dog, i’m aimin’ seven cannons at his blue nose
they like, “pesos you a fool or he’s a mickey mouse”
i bought them street sweets for him and goofy
funny guy, he turned his white tee to a tiger
keep silent, i hear another word out you, i’ma chastise you
i don’t know how i come up with this sh*t, i be freestylin’
d*mn p, calm it down, n*ggas ceasefire
they won’t believe what i did behind that sweet smile
while you kicks through the door, have you ever heard of street fighter?
we run the city, i don’t know why n*ggas keep tryin’
we know you never outside, so you can keep hidin’
ain’t no ballin’ with the stincs, we use elite sliders
i got a big mac on, he finna deep fry ’em
get a job or somethin’, n*gga, you’s a shoe shiner
i don’t wrestle with this chop, i’ma hit him with a pile dryer
[verse 2: duffy]
sh*t, n*gga, i’m really too greedy, we just pulled another all*nighter
dope knockin’ forty*niners with me, all gold miners
whole time blue*flamin’, fly n*gga, skydiver
he be in the house, so he feel like he untouchable
used to slap his music ’til i found out he was weird as f*ck
ain’t no fake n*ggas ’round the gang, we don’t show no love
nerd n*gga, cappin’ in his songs, we done heard enough
finna bungee jump, strapped up, i know you heard of us
n*ggas out here movin’ like some hoes, is he scared or somethin’? (n*ggas scared)
holdin’ grudges, on l.a., yeah we runnin’, you gon’ drool, we been done it
i’ll slap a buster douglas (i’ll slap a buster douglas)
i guess we finna see how real it get (how real it be)
how real her label got you lookin’ good
but n*gga, where your chick?
ringin’ bells, really in the city, we be pullin’ skits
he ain’t from l.a., to get to him, we gotta take a trip
b*tch, i guess we here to speak our truth, ain’t we
try to chill the devil on my shoulder, sayin’, “shoot, baby”
ridin’ ’round with two drakeys, n*ggas know we go crazy
who is he? wolfin’ out his neck, he’ll be street*famous
maylene whinin’ in my rear ’cause i’ll be in and out
soo*yung made a smart remark, i popped her in the mouth
off the muscle, n*gga, they the truth without a doubt
it’s somethin’ about these industry*ass n*ggas we don’t know about
keep ’em far from me, n*gga, who want rump with me?
nina bulgin’ on me, audible, you better think of somethin’
independent n*ggas, hot sh*t, we finna keep it comin’
who want smoke? we gon’ get to the bottom of it, n*gga
[outro: blue pesos & duffy]
ain’t playin’ none of that n*gga, don’t give a f*ck what you n*ggas talkin’ ’bout
dead homies, n*gga
who want run with the team, n*gga (this is what’s goin’ on, n*gga)
all lie, n*gga (yeah)
all lie (outside every day, n*gga)
long live drakeo, n*gga

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