a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

free car - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
(yo hustle)
([?])

[verse: semi homie & keezy banks]
[?]
every time i call her she bringing my [?]
my face card rorbbing she be liking that sh*t
told her “sliming out n*ggas that’s the way to get rich”
put this chain round her neck that a n*gga got robbed for
rp ten we done f*cked up the headboard
told her “nah boo, i can’t mix this perc’ with no liquor”
she started f*cking on homie her life got litter
i’m the one i ain’t bringing no b*tches up
i wanna know if this n*gga gonna buy me a switch
you f*cking with me then you gotta get rid of that b*tch
you gave that sh*t up then you can’t say we stole it
i’m really up, my pockets be lеaking out tokens
i’m making sh*t clear make an opp b*tch focus
b*tch you a bum, that p*ssy ain’t motion
i’m making sh*t clеar make an opp b*tch focus
[?] n*gga ain’t nothing he [?] that n*gga on the don’t front list
i’m really working your b*tch just twerking
she still a brokie that sh*t ain’t working
put her on a group chat we could f*ck her together
boo this saint laurent 1200 a sweater
it’s [?] we f*ck i be changing the weather
[?] every time that we f*ck it get better and better
had to f*ck her like i love her i was tryna get his lo’
made her get in this car she was [?] her [?]
we getting money together this b*tch like my business partner
i had a [?]
she said she got a n*gga i said “i gotta [?]”
[?] when she on some [?]
her n*gga bagged, and that’s how she heard of this
i get a b*tch shot in here
i make it seem like the b*tch was never there
if he tell me to drive then i’m driving
if i got a glock why the f*ck would i hide?
“keezy you cute why the f*ck is you rapping so hard?”
p*ssy be wet but these b*tches still getting my d*ck hard
we like bonnie and clyde ain’t no need for no bodyguard
i don’t know what it is, but it’s something ’bout n*ggas that be in them free cars
it’s something ’bout a b*tch that be playing their role
she got flew out she was playing her role
real top*notch b*tch on a flight with them loads
put ten in her bag i was walking with twenty
my g22 she wanna be my g20
we walking with drac’s, this lifestyle different
these amiris a thousand b*tch watch how you spend
if it’s smoke with your b*tch then i get in the street with her
she probably mad ’cause my bag bigger
she ain’t on sh*t if you can’t get a bag with her
look at this b*tch why the f*ck would i get in your sheets with her?
when we f*cking like making a beat n*gga
we like bonnie and clyde ain’t no need for no bodyguard
i don’t know what iti don’t know what it is, but it’s something ’bout them n*ggas that be in them free cars

- semi homie lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular