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Freestyle 027 Video (MV)




Performed By: HiLLWiLL6113
Length: 2:20
Written by: H Williams, Hiliary Williams




HiLLWiLL6113 - Freestyle 027 Lyrics




Hand on my cock bitch
Fcuk all my ops bitch
Me and my niggas stickin together
Just like the LOX bitch
Grandma sister be praying that I don't
Get hit with them chopsticks
Get a new key
Get a new code
Cause I'm locked in
Girls be playing with they bodies
Doctor botched it
This for my Christians man
This even for my ahki's
She gave me rice and beans and chicken
Call me Papi
He was playing with them keys
Like a locksmith
Then they pulled up with them things
And they popped him
Rest in peace lil soldier
I'm a sneak yo ass in heaven
Know you coming through
Full of juice with an agenda
I done went to school with some dudes turned killa
I done shared a roof with some fcukin straight killas
Trey kept a tool and he smoked straight killa
Woulda broke my momma heart if I became a drug dealer
Non of that slob shit
Fly as a cockpit
He made a call
Shit came in
Just like a drop ship
Looking for me
On to bigger things
Wait for the plot twist
My self-esteem
Be holding me up
Just like a mosh pit
Sometimes I'm flee
If I need a tee
Shopping at Target
Fcuk all that hard shit
I'm sticking with God nigga
Passenger seat
He keeping heat
In the glove compartment
Finish don't start shit
We finish don't
Uh
I done act a fool and she still stuck with me
Broke one of her rules and she still stuck with me
I ain't keep my cool and she still stuck with me
Done showed some niggas love when they ain't really f*ck with me
Uh
Hey
Uh
Yeah
We can go smash the city
Then we go bag them bitches
This is the rags to riches
This is the road to riches
We can go smash the city
Then we go bag them bitches
This is the road to riches
Make sure the bag is heavy
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Hand on my cock bitch
Fcuk all my ops bitch
Me and my niggas stickin together
Just like the LOX bitch
Grandma sister be praying that I don't
Get hit with them chopsticks
Get a new key
Get a new code
Cause I'm locked in
Girls be playing with they bodies
Doctor botched it
This for my Christians man
This even for my ahki's
She gave me rice and beans and chicken
Call me Papi
He was playing with them keys
Like a locksmith
Then they pulled up with them things
And they popped him
Rest in peace lil soldier
I'm a sneak yo ass in heaven
Know you coming through
Full of juice with an agenda
I done went to school with some dudes turned killa
I done shared a roof with some fcukin straight killas
Trey kept a tool and he smoked straight killa
Woulda broke my momma heart if I became a drug dealer
Non of that slob shit
Fly as a cockpit
He made a call
Shit came in
Just like a drop ship
Looking for me
On to bigger things
Wait for the plot twist
My self-esteem
Be holding me up
Just like a mosh pit
Sometimes I'm flee
If I need a tee
Shopping at Target
Fcuk all that hard shit
I'm sticking with God nigga
Passenger seat
He keeping heat
In the glove compartment
Finish don't start shit
We finish don't
Uh
I done act a fool and she still stuck with me
Broke one of her rules and she still stuck with me
I ain't keep my cool and she still stuck with me
Done showed some niggas love when they ain't really f*ck with me
Uh
Hey
Uh
Yeah
We can go smash the city
Then we go bag them bitches
This is the rags to riches
This is the road to riches
We can go smash the city
Then we go bag them bitches
This is the road to riches
Make sure the bag is heavy
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Writer: H Williams, Hiliary Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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