royal roc freestyle - suga free lyrics
(chorus)
i like the way it feel
like a *rg*sm coming b*tch
i know it ain’t mine but i want you to say it is
how you spell relief?
tell me baby
if you like the way i feel
slap this * shut down and pay forreal
(verse)
i keep my b*tches open like your local a.m. p.m
and when you rollin down the street i know you see em
they represent a n*gga that can take the wet from water
and the dry from sand
break a mic and play any living, mortal man
once upon a time in the city of g
the lived a hard beef patty special sauce lettuce cheese
five*eight thirty six
twenty*four thirty*six
a.k.a. yum yum
full time sl*t
i’ll play a b*tch
but i*
ain’t lost my motherf*ckin self
to believing that the p*ssy was mine
but now she trippin’ cause all you wanna do is f*ck
lockin’ up on on the p*ssy
cause she know that’s all you think about
i love her to death
that’s who she tryna use against you
sh*t, i gots to regroup from *
and change my game
sidetracked by the way
this sl*t gon’ try to limit me on how much p*ssy i can have a day
ooh, what a way to strike a * b*tch
you must’ve slipped off some nut and bumped your head on the curb
come to find out this b*tch been talkin to her momma
gettin laced and coked with that * drama
b*tch, i got some * to put a dent in my game
or make me bend down and kiss your ass or make me sing
your momma told you that your p*ssy was a *
but that b*tch forgot to tell you who to play for a fool
if she stay at my business for twelve hours and * her own *
then she woulda had twenty*four hours of straight *
i ain’t the one
suga free b*tch i stays on deck
known to beat a n*gga’s ass and break a hoes’ neck
so the next time you ask me for some d*ck
ima show you a picture of one b*tch cause i don’t play that sh*t
and you can miss me with that * stanky poonani
cause ima laugh, jack off, and bust a nut on your back
trap sh*t, n*gga who you supposed to be
i said im supposed to beatin’ your ass on g.p
b*tch i met your lazy ass over a cold bowl of soup
with your bad ass kids f*cking up my coupe
don’t get that sh*t twisted, b*tch your p*ssy is good
i made it fast like a woodp*ck*r peckin’ on redwood, forreal
who p*ssy gives us
(chorus)
i like the way it feel
(take a *rg*sm from me b*tch)
i know it ain’t mine but i want you to tell me it is
how do you spell relief?
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