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hold on/musty freestyle - shoreline mafia lyrics

[part i: “hold on”]

[intro]
(ron*ron do that sh*t)

[chorus: ohgeesy]
hold on, let me take my coat off (acetheface)
i just got five bands ’cause a n*gga got a boat off
i be spendin’ h*lla money, yeah, i’ma show off
ron*ron played the beat, so you know i had to go off, go off
hold on, let me take my coat off
i just got five bands ’cause a n*gga got a boat off
i be spendin’ h*lla money, yeah, i’ma show off
ron*ron played the beat, so you know i had to go off, go off

[verse 1: rob vicious]
b*tch, i’m ’bout to set it off (rrah)
pull the d*ck and tell your little shorty neck it off (neck it off)
bag it like it’s crystal meth, i’m selling epsom salt
bag of percocets and bars, it’s full of fentanyl
b*tch, i’m stepping on your neck and i ain’t lettin’ up (i ain’t lettin’ up)
it’s a l!ck i might regret, but f*ck it, set it up (lil’ b*tch)
burn you like a cigarette, boy, you can’t hang with us (bah, bah)
with that crazy sh*t, but i don’t do no angel dust (nah)
f*ck the other side to death, them n*ggas lame as f*ck
hundred n*ggas in the club, we came in gang as f*ck
we them n*ggas with them ars in the mosh pit (rrah)
ho, this gun came with a stick, don’t own a stock clip (lil’ b*tch)
your mama told you stay away from me, i’m toxic (b*tch, i’m toxic)
still might break in that b*tch crib just like a locksmith
b*tch, i’m rob motherf*ckin vicious (b*tch, i’m rob vicious)
you better pay attention
i don’t even want to tote it if it ain’t extended

[chorus: ohgeesy]
hold on, let me take my coat off
i just got five bands ’cause a n*gga got a boat off
i be spendin’ h*lla money, yeah, i’ma show off
ron*ron played the beat, so you know i had to go off, go off
hold on, let me take my coat off
i just got five bands ’cause a n*gga got a boat off
i be spendin’ h*lla money, yeah, i’ma show off
ron*ron played the beat, so you know i had to go off, go off

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
they like, “all you talk about is them drugs”
that’s what made a n*gga rich, you think i give a f*ck?
your girlfriend like it, she wetter than a tub
she wanna f*ck the plug, i’ma hit it just once
b*tch, i’m gone off the mud, screamin’ motherf*ck the judge
posted in the trap, you won’t see me in the club
and if i walk through, guarantee i got a dub
i’m bout to f*ck your love, this the type of b*tch you trust
swallow it when i bust, keep it on the hush
i was gone off a bus, she was f*ckin’ with the dust
and them percs like v**gr*, your b*tch like niagara falls
beatin’ down her walls with a glock in my drawers
back in high school, i was f*cking hoes in the halls
but in elementary school, i knew i was made to ball
only f*cked one time, you know i could never call
free my youngins out the halls, i be tearin’ down the malls, ayy

[part ii: “musty freestyle”]

[verse: drakeo the ruler]
i don’t rap beef, soul sn*tcher, that’s deep
grim reaper, street sweeper, feet neimans, speak to me
codeine and adderall, bally bags and taliban
i could’ve went to alcatraz, n*ggas always talking bad
please check the news clips, i do this, a nuisance
wildin’ out in traffic with a uzi, on buffoonery
you cool as me, i do this sh*t, i’m strangling judas’s
don’t play with me, i’m chasing n*ggas, b*tch, you bought the major leagues
long stocking, pippy longstocking
more problems, more bodies, won’t find ’em
local lakes is getting crowded
i got bally, i got louis, i ain’t really into prada
split medulla oblongatas, a couple wait from a father
abusin’ these margielas, my jacket is moncler
celine wrappers on my toes, these are not air forces
mr. everything, i stood on thirty thousand on the floor
three*sixty bust down and i was not doing no shows
you need to go back to your hood ’cause we is not bringing no hoes
chopsticks, mopsticks, ralfy blinding the moshpit
disgusting, suck me, b*tch, the ‘fit been musty
the nerve of me cursing, i’m slurring, i’m curving these dirty birds
a five in a one, who the f*ck i think i’m dirty purp?
gheesy my peoples, drummer stincy beaches
i break the internet with my freestyles from pro tools
don’t know you, these n*ggas really venice beach hobos
rapper with a gun, i go bad, i got a drum
spilling bricks all up in neimans, i be acting up off mud
she said, “if you needed help, then you should’ve asked for some”
twenty bands up on a b*tch, b*tch, you shouldn’t’ve been acting up

[chorus: ohgeesy]
they ask me how i’m feeling, my n*gga, i’m feeling lovely
it must be, everywhere i go, they wanna f*ck me
musty, uh, my n*gga, who got that musty?
it must be ohgees ’cause he stay serving custys
they ask me how i’m feeling, my n*gga, i’m feeling lovely
it must be, everywhere i go, they wanna f*ck me
musty, uh, my n*gga, who got that musty?
it must be ohgees ’cause he stay serving custys

[outro]
(free drakeo, he ain’t do the crime, really)

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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