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oakland 2 inglewood (freestyle) - prince pleiades lyrics

when i pull up wit them beans b*tch have my cream
we might pull up on a brinks and take some things
i got my shooter rockin wit me he off that drink
i can’t kick it wit no n*ggas that’s off that heem

i’m f*ckin wit this one n*gga look like hakeem
i make em buy me bitcoin then flip some ps
i got another sugar daddy from 8:16
cop me yves saint lauraunt but reps the chiefs

her n*gga just got out
but he up in my bed
i take advantage of em cuz he f*cked up in tha head
he play too much i said that n*gga be havin me dead
said i ain’t even f*ck em but he be slidin me bread

lay pipe down on a n*gga
you heard what i said
that chitter chatter on a platter wassup with tha feds?
ain’t even straight but these b*tches they offer me head
king n*gga call me prince
said off with they head

this one little n*gga like to bus nuts
he f*cked me face down threw his fours up
i gave dat n*gga bussy told me don’t run
said b*tch i ain’t no b*tch and gave em all guts
ooooh
i’mma gremlin they trembling i got em in they boots
i rock wit d boys said my n*ggas trynna shoot
he like that car play i gave em neck up in that coupe
now he on my line talkin bout he finna get a room

his b*tch run her mouth cuz she ain’t happy
i mean that b*tch run her mouth cuz she can’t track em
he be with me all the time why he ain’t answer
i’m bout to strip em for his money like a break dancer

i whip a p*ssy ho like her name prancer
i do t f*ck wit newport’s cuz i hate cancer
imma fire sign n*gga i can’t date cancers
military armory i’m tha main lancer

bad lil b*tch check the receipts
i’m f*ckin on this n*gga from the deep east
i told him he don’t know me if he see me
he never tell me no cuz i’m a real p

please don’t call me up i don’t do facetime
i see some hater n*ggas trynna take mine
keep that tommy hilly on my waistline
i got tha typa bars make u face time
n*gga
you see, i’m just being me
you n*ggas is to busy trynna be each other n*gga
you feel me? like?
why n*ggas always got a f*ckin mug on they face?
why n*ggas always wearing the same sh*t?
why n*ggas always talking to the same b*tch?
why n*ggas always doin this? huh?

heard you lost yo b*tch?
i ain’t mad at her
i just got some top and she gagged after
yiiionsimpinmeajujagggatter
lookin like that b*tch im the mad hatter
uh
i could say some dumb sh*t on the track and sound way smarter than all you n*ggas combined, n*gga
but um, shoutout to inglewood where the city’s good n*gga, yeah
we finna, uh, we finna take over the globe
oakland to inglewood
and then we um, we gone hit up mexico you feel me?
p!

- prince pleiades lyrics

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