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freestyle 24 - t-beat lyrics

[intro]
t b e a t and i’m back on it
t b e a t and i’m ready for it
t b e a t i’mma do my thing

[verse 1]
t*beat is the name you’ll remember
when i finish this, as i aim
i’ma gun ’em with rhymes they never saw comin’
watch ’em as they runnin’
i’ve been in and out the game, b*tch
while y’all been on that same sh*t?
them rappers be appearing in a rush
but going down the drain quick, like sh*t when you flush

i see fools everywhere, but it’s past april
when i lose my cool, i’m going in, and it’s gonna be fatal
i feel it coming, but i’m not able
i’m more like khaled’s twin, ’cause all i do is win
and them fools, now they lose, yeah
’cause one thing you’ll never see
is t quit

yeah, that’s some bruce lee sh*t
yeah, that’s on some no degree sh*t
i like that free sh*t, but i just went on a million*dollar shopping spree
fit so sl!ck, it cost a brick
got a chick sittin’ on my lap and she thick
no that’s no cap, i’mma l!ck the wap
i’mma rap it like tec, only thing missing is titty on the track
but i’ll put on 2 chainz
haha, you thought that was it?

[verse 2]
i’mma disintegrate ’em, f*ck ’em, fade ’em
’cause i hate ’em, i made ’em like damon

dash with a stack of cash
yeah, shawty in the back with a fat ass
she almost made me crash
i’m fast like the flash, never catch me where i’m finna go
i’ma eat your b*tch and then gonna get some more
i’m no hoe, you can go check the portfolio
it’s a cooking show in the studio

this is the season for b*tches that sneezing and snoozing to tell them what’s up
got in the booth to spit some truth, it’s 5 a.m. and
i’m still in the booth
and still sound smooth as a motherf*cker
they asked me how i got my groove, well guess what?
i got in the booth
i sleep in the booth, but i never snooze

sh*t, i’ll be doing more than spectacular
infamous by design, so they call me dracula
and bacala when i be attacking ya
so don’t be jealous when i pull up next to your acura
with my new atura
don’t wanna see you hatin’ and gatin’
so next time you see me, don’t speak
’cause motherf*ckers be down with t*beat
i see you’re already feeling the heat, your struggle to compete
but i’m not about to compete, i’m about to complete
sh*t with a passion of an athlete
yeah, and i don’t need to scream
i show meat, i mean i show speed

[verse 3]
when i hit ’em with a lamborghini flow with the speed of a bugatti
yeah, you could never catch me, i’m like john gotti
turn it up, we’re gonna have a private party, yeah
let’s get it on and get them shorties from the lobby

[outro]
yeah yeah yeah
we’re gonna have a private party, yeah
get it on and get them shorties from the lobby, yeah, yeah
we’re gonna have a f*cking party, yeah
get it on, i wanna f*ck your body, yeah yeah

we gon’ have a f*cking party, yeah
get it on and get them shorties from the lobby, yeah yeah
we’re gonna have a private party, yeah
get them shorties from the lobby, yeah yeah
we’re gonna have a f*cking party, yeah
get them shorties from the lobby, yeah yeah

- t beat lyrics

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