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famous animal tv freestyle - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro]
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n*gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, n*gga

[verse]
look, if i bounce out and he start runnin’, i’ma chase his lil’ ass out his drawls
he runnin’ through gangways and hoppin’ gates, i’m just prayin’ and hopin’ he fall
i just got a call the opps up there tryna shop, i’m comin’ to shoot up the mall, pop out, play—
we up in the sky with a sc—, and we tryna link up with y’all
i get in that room, they askin’ me questions, i tell ’em, “i do not recall”
’bout the opps, lil’ boy, we put belt to they ass, they know we do not play at all
he ran in the gate, i’m tryna knock off his head, the bullets was hittin’ thе wall
she want me to wife hеr, she won’t get a ring, the b*tch somethin’ like chris paul
we up in a track’, lil three off the perc’ tweakin’, drivin’ this b*tch like a dog
the leg was comin’, i don’t got time to talk, i told ’em to hit up frog
this sh*t not a game, when we get on top of your head, no, you cannot press pause
my mama been knew i was gon’ be a problem, since i was like ten, i was breakin’ the laws
i been f*cked up, i was the n*gga in school takin’ a p*ss in the halls
when you finna suck it, just put the whole thing in your mouth, don’t go nowhere near my b*lls
this four*five f*cked him up, left him open, he need way more than a [gall?]
i remember them times lil three like, “go on ‘head, hit him,” i’ma run up and finish him off
when we in the field, we tryna put a hole in a n*gga, but, no, we do not play golf
this sh*t fit tight on my body, you know it’s a ‘spital, so don’t even ask what it—
the last n*gga dissin’ was dead on the scene with bullet holes and white chalk
you got your gun, i got my gun, let’s shoot it out, we can skip all of the talk
he made a lil’ diss and died, his ass got fried, i don’t know what the f*ck he—
get caught outta bounds, you know that we clappin’ your ass—, better not get—
long live my brother, that n*gga that popped him up ain’t dead, but i bet he can’t walk
you n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, one piece of my ‘fit cost half the sh*t you bought
n*gga, that sh*t cost half the sh*t that you bought, n*gga
this sh*t cost half the sh*t you bought
long live my brother, that n*gga that popped him up ain’t dead, but i bet he can’t—
long live my brother, that n*gga that popped him up ain’t dead, but i bet he can’t walk, n*gga

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