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pop shit freestyle - platinum(fgm) lyrics

verse 1:
pop sh-t freestyle

feeling myself like im trippin when n-ggas get to switching i get to hitting
it ain’t no such thing as reload as soon as he hopped out i sqoze
throw a h-rn checkers on my clothes not a rapper i’m big daddy to these hoes
is what you do not what you know do as much as the goat that’s why i gotta’ blow
do a lot for my bros don’t do nothing for hoes i pull up quick and put d-ck in her throat
you get p-ssy i get multiple hoes your b-tch call you p-ssy when she on the snow
i forgot to mention that you broke you forgot to tell him you was woke
i remember hitting on the floor you remember banging on the door
what i’m waiting for knock you out now ya homie trynna wake you up outta bounds
i need a check get my paper up outta town sh-t on my ex her p-ssy feel like cotton mouth
i do not text i don’t call ain’t no going out i’m on a mission b-tches leave they clothes at my grandma house
somebody tell me was that about them b-tches throw me that cake like i’m blowing the candles out
i just smoked a blunt need another one hit me a l!ck now i’m picking another one
n-ggas act hard but get scared when that thunder come
shoot till i win then eliminate runner ups
boogie kalled me he just bout another gun smoking so much i might cough up another lung
fall in a trance and start speaking another tongue switch up the accent and speak in another one
i got dat high for the low low and yo type of trappin extinct like the dodo
moving round with the 4.4. b-tch if you thought you caught me lackin that is a no no
making plays with dat yo yo my block got dem cameras but i’m still gon flash like a photo
get the f-ck out my dojo these n-ggas be rappin but can’t even pay for no promo
i had a talk with yo label they even printed up contract
but they got p-ssy n-ggas like you at da table and das reason i ain’t sign dat
i rather make you pay for features i’m spitting that ether ain’t nothing beyond dat
and you thirty something trynna be a new where the f-ck is your time at
who the f-ck gon’ get behind dat, you might as well not even play with it
i went to jail paid da bail and came home n-gga you just be faking sh-t
platinum word really law and you gon find yo brick in car if i say it is
i be preaching you just saying sh-t hoping dat someone believes in yo play if you stay with it
yo babymama a basic b-tch she let me f-ck while she big pregnant on some lazy sh-t
used to love her now i hate the b-tch she ate my d-ck up and you kiss her all in da face and sh-t
im in her house on some daily sh-t holding yo daughter she kall me daddy like i’m raising it
you can have her you can date the b-tch my wife a bag a money and it come with a k in it, platinum

- platinumfgm lyrics

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