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classroom freestyle - rnb.foemob lyrics

[intro]
?, you make this sh*t?
woo, look

i’m doing this sh*t, wait
i’m doing this sh*t for the one time
f*ck that, doing this sh*t forever

[verse: 1]
yeah
i need me a beat with some song in it
turn on a beat and i start cooking up like i went in the oven and put me some dough in it
i head to the stove and i whip up my wrist
i’ma drop a lil’ water with dope in it
four*hundred degrees, i’ma scr*pe off the oil and take out the rock, get some dough from it
i’ma bag this sh*t up, i’ma add this sh*t up, doing method with ? to f*ck
kicked out of school, i was bad as the f*ck
kicked out of school, i kept f*cking sh*t up
sent out to juvie, got caught out for l!cks
changed up my ways and i flipped me some sh*ts
i’ma get in the pack, and i get it off quick, then i bring back the money and help with the rent
helping my mommy, boy i’ve been a man, as a youngin was touching and clutching the ?
n*gga play around, we gon’ get on his ass, i’ma call up my dog, he gon’ slide with his mask
45 rounds stuffed up in that chopp
762. hit him up, they gon’ pop
n*gga talk stupid so i’m finna drop
whip up the dope, the sauce start locking
man f*ck that
i ain’t finna be rapping bout dope cause i’m up in the school
rap front’ the teacher, rap front’ the class, but i’m doing my thing like a muf*cking preacher
i’m standing here speaking
n*gga play around, chopper get loud like bangs on a speak’
hit his ass up, leave him leaking
get lit from the woods, ? he stanking
stick his ass up, creepin’
let me change up the topic, let’s talk about money
doing my thing, i’m winning
gettin that dough, i’m keeping this serious not funny
runnin around from the rain, the cold, the snow, f*ck it, even when sunny
don’t give a f*ck, don’t matter, that jacket on me cause that pistol on me
what? you want it? (woo)

n*ggas said do it so i went and did that
i’m with that x and i ain’t with that chit*chat
up it and bust that, you get your sh*t wacked
n*gga talk stupid then you get your sh*t sn*tched, b*tch
i was broke as the f*ck, riding round tryna pop it like tic*tac
if a n*gga talk stupid than we finna pull up and lit that, b*tch get your lid back
b*tch get your sh*t back, n*gga got kick*back
big ass chopper, this b*tch got some kick
ima get me a pound and then rip that
bussin’ sh*t straight to the gram and then flip that
bussin’ sh*t straight to the gram and then stretch that
i’ma get that sh*t diamonds on necklace
yeah this sh*t coming up, its my time, i’m feeling this sh*t i ain’t come to regret that
everybody that’s hatin on me, that ain’t know i was made for
if a n*gga play round i’ma stack up some bread on his ass like some muf*ckin legos
i’ma get me a pack and then stretch the sh*t off from the soft? ,some hard like some playdough
left outside when the kid done playing with it
p*ssy play round, i keep a k close
yeah
[outro]
foemob
doin’ that sh*t, boy
i don’t know what yall n*ggas talking bout
you know what i’m saying?
i ain’t even gotta say too much for real
i’m just glad i made the right decisions bro
god did

- rnb foemob lyrics

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