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Jblumes & Jcliff - No Auto Freestyle Lyrics
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It's Jblumes on the beat
Oh, we did this thing with no autotune
Uh, uh, uh
Freestyle, I cannot sneeze, rakin' up sellin' em t's
You better never come run into me
I been stackin' it double a hunnid at least
I run outta money that's never for me
Told baby to hop on her knees
My sister in college I don't need a niece
I hop in the Audi ain't play with the keys
She think that I prolly gon' leave her
She don't know shit cuz I'm teasin'
Last week we kicked it like FIFA
She got me crazy she turning me up and she gettin' me loose like it's Mia Khalifa
Bitch, I do not miss, look at em talkin' I'm keepin' a list
Ain't workin' hard they just steady keep wishin'
5 years from now I'll be blowin' 'em kisses
I'm on a mission, load up the ammunition
Bars for days, they harder than woody while pissin'
Homie I did it for you to go shut up the dissin'
Sick of it buddy I ain't gonna miss it
I'll be the hero, out of The Ville, we started from zero
Me n Jcliff on the track, back to back spittin' who callin' it wack
If I took her to the back then she gon' go so dummy
Know I got the racks, that's that green paper money
She been buzzin' up my phone I see the screen read honey
Cause she know I got the sauce, A1, A, 1A
Hop on the beat n get lyrical, shit lets get serious
They goin' 'round talkin' shit but homie are you really hearin' it
I take they shit n then bury it, criticize me Imma marry it
Feature me I'm gonna carry it
Watchin' you hop on the train
You were one sleepin' on mane
See how we runnin' the game
Watch
Freestyle, I cannot sneeze, no auto call me a beast
Patiently waiting for green and my baby said she getting money I'm getting the least
Open your heart up and give me the key, give me the rights and I sign a release
Never have I ever wanted to be in between all the drama I want to be free
Connection breaking on the phone line Imma fix it
Bitch I'm sick and tired tryna use that 2006 shit
Never growing up I'm staying on my kid shit
So I can sit down eating breakfast with my Trix bitch
She wasn't digging all the secrets I sold her
I wrote her letter after letter said how I'm feeling older
It wasn't right of her to turn around and give me the shoulder
So then I opened up her eyes and then I finally told her
Oh by the way I'm from NASA goin' to space I'll return in the past
Winnin' got nothing to lose and my future is faded the vision'll last
Lyrically flowing get words and we goin' I'm switching the topic with ease in a flash
Zoomin' I'm back in the city I don't need your pity I'll settle for all of the cash
Doing the dash I'm hitting the market
I pull up on you in a Rari and park it
Roll up a bliz in the whip and I spark it
Taking a shot at you like you a target
Practice
Talking 'bout practice, put in the work and you win all the matches
We not the same cause my money elastic
Step in my lane imma leave you with traffic
Don't wanna argue 'bout people who saving me then and they standing with me
Need a lil help with a struggle I cannot afford to take any defeat
Guess I forgot all my money but nowadays people let me in for free
Alright I'm done with this shit, let's go smoke some weed
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It's Jblumes on the beat
Oh, we did this thing with no autotune
Uh, uh, uh
Freestyle, I cannot sneeze, rakin' up sellin' em t's
You better never come run into me
I been stackin' it double a hunnid at least
I run outta money that's never for me
Told baby to hop on her knees
My sister in college I don't need a niece
I hop in the Audi ain't play with the keys
She think that I prolly gon' leave her
She don't know shit cuz I'm teasin'
Last week we kicked it like FIFA
She got me crazy she turning me up and she gettin' me loose like it's Mia Khalifa
Bitch, I do not miss, look at em talkin' I'm keepin' a list
Ain't workin' hard they just steady keep wishin'
5 years from now I'll be blowin' 'em kisses
I'm on a mission, load up the ammunition
Bars for days, they harder than woody while pissin'
Homie I did it for you to go shut up the dissin'
Sick of it buddy I ain't gonna miss it
I'll be the hero, out of The Ville, we started from zero
Me n Jcliff on the track, back to back spittin' who callin' it wack
If I took her to the back then she gon' go so dummy
Know I got the racks, that's that green paper money
She been buzzin' up my phone I see the screen read honey
Cause she know I got the sauce, A1, A, 1A
Hop on the beat n get lyrical, shit lets get serious
They goin' 'round talkin' shit but homie are you really hearin' it
I take they shit n then bury it, criticize me Imma marry it
Feature me I'm gonna carry it
Watchin' you hop on the train
You were one sleepin' on mane
See how we runnin' the game
Watch
Freestyle, I cannot sneeze, no auto call me a beast
Patiently waiting for green and my baby said she getting money I'm getting the least
Open your heart up and give me the key, give me the rights and I sign a release
Never have I ever wanted to be in between all the drama I want to be free
Connection breaking on the phone line Imma fix it
Bitch I'm sick and tired tryna use that 2006 shit
Never growing up I'm staying on my kid shit
So I can sit down eating breakfast with my Trix bitch
She wasn't digging all the secrets I sold her
I wrote her letter after letter said how I'm feeling older
It wasn't right of her to turn around and give me the shoulder
So then I opened up her eyes and then I finally told her
Oh by the way I'm from NASA goin' to space I'll return in the past
Winnin' got nothing to lose and my future is faded the vision'll last
Lyrically flowing get words and we goin' I'm switching the topic with ease in a flash
Zoomin' I'm back in the city I don't need your pity I'll settle for all of the cash
Doing the dash I'm hitting the market
I pull up on you in a Rari and park it
Roll up a bliz in the whip and I spark it
Taking a shot at you like you a target
Practice
Talking 'bout practice, put in the work and you win all the matches
We not the same cause my money elastic
Step in my lane imma leave you with traffic
Don't wanna argue 'bout people who saving me then and they standing with me
Need a lil help with a struggle I cannot afford to take any defeat
Guess I forgot all my money but nowadays people let me in for free
Alright I'm done with this shit, let's go smoke some weed
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Writer: Bradley Kantor, Jonathan Clifford, Joshua Blumenson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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