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Las Vegas Trail Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Mike Freeman
Length: 1:51
Written by: Michael Freeman




Mike Freeman - Las Vegas Trail Freestyle Lyrics




Texas two-steppin' in my own lane
Fresh off a plane in Europe
That's a new meaning of a Euro
On a mission stackin' Euros
F*ckin' on so many hoes
They ain't really good at speaking English tho
But one thing they do know what to say is
Young Souls Big Goals
I wont stop till my G Shock's a Hublo
And my White Jetta is a Rolls or Ghost
Crazy how from the bottom, I rose
A young nigga from the burrows
Partying out in Prague
Bad bitches begging for a menage
Cuz' they love them some tall dark skin American guys
Frontin' to they man
While they just let us hit they back side
Yeah, that's right
Morals out the window
If that ass fat, and them titties nice
Yeah, baby come over here
Bring ya friend
We can go all night
Ugh
When I blow
I'll never leave the hood
For love in Hollywood
Matter fact, I'll move to the hills
No, Not the ones in Beverly
But the ones out in Westover
If you runnin' up on me
Boy its ova'
Thought I told ya'
I'm a soulja'
Go and Pop the trunk
Grab the pump
Make it dump
Get you slumped
Yeah I came up from L.V.T
But I never leave a trail
Its a job Job well done
I never fail
You ain't gotta play no games to catch this L
When you claim you the best of the best
Niggas always wanna test
Talkin' outside of they neck
But they really not a threat
Get it slit, for being slick
Some even wanna diss
Yeah I understand the risk
So it is what it is
Some claim that I'm soft
Cuz' I started rappin' at the Mix
Well you gonna need the hand of God
And pray that I miss
Before i send a hit
With them boys in stop six
Or them Lake Como Crips
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Texas two-steppin' in my own lane
Fresh off a plane in Europe
That's a new meaning of a Euro
On a mission stackin' Euros
F*ckin' on so many hoes
They ain't really good at speaking English tho
But one thing they do know what to say is
Young Souls Big Goals
I wont stop till my G Shock's a Hublo
And my White Jetta is a Rolls or Ghost
Crazy how from the bottom, I rose
A young nigga from the burrows
Partying out in Prague
Bad bitches begging for a menage
Cuz' they love them some tall dark skin American guys
Frontin' to they man
While they just let us hit they back side
Yeah, that's right
Morals out the window
If that ass fat, and them titties nice
Yeah, baby come over here
Bring ya friend
We can go all night
Ugh
When I blow
I'll never leave the hood
For love in Hollywood
Matter fact, I'll move to the hills
No, Not the ones in Beverly
But the ones out in Westover
If you runnin' up on me
Boy its ova'
Thought I told ya'
I'm a soulja'
Go and Pop the trunk
Grab the pump
Make it dump
Get you slumped
Yeah I came up from L.V.T
But I never leave a trail
Its a job Job well done
I never fail
You ain't gotta play no games to catch this L
When you claim you the best of the best
Niggas always wanna test
Talkin' outside of they neck
But they really not a threat
Get it slit, for being slick
Some even wanna diss
Yeah I understand the risk
So it is what it is
Some claim that I'm soft
Cuz' I started rappin' at the Mix
Well you gonna need the hand of God
And pray that I miss
Before i send a hit
With them boys in stop six
Or them Lake Como Crips
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Michael Freeman
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