Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle , by - CILLIANRelease date: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle , by - CILLIANFreestyle |
| Listen |
| Look |
| Aye |
| The nik nacks and the junkies |
| Aye |
| The nik nacks and the junkies |
| I kick back sick pack buss that into monkey’s |
| Said I got racks for the front seat |
| So I got straps for the back, left right and above me |
| Now I’m sat here but we’re comfy |
| People sat here is my own right hand and my love seat |
| Yes I done break down packs |
| Made racks by myself and never got sent out countries |
| Gyally just bent out lovely’s |
| Gyally let me hit so fit with my shit look ugly |
| I’mma kick game lame fam |
| Only on the bottom of the shoe is where the colour of the blood be |
| Imagine thinkin' you could touch me |
| If I put it down skid round and my foot where the clutch be |
| I move erratic with the 'matic then I’m lookin' at my balance see how much we |
| Made selling Dutch weed, fuck you your plug beat |
| No, I ain’t gay no way but I bet he gets sucked for his rub g |
| Bet them boy fucked if they 'but' me |
| Gyally show front if they 'uck or it’s back when she fuck me |
| I got a nat' moving blunt see, I done sold out, slow drought, off the white for |
| a month b, so I started workin' on the racks, now it’s twerkin' with the text, |
| once again man my pockets look funky |
| I’m outta breath cah these bars, and I set levels hard |
| So my stacks and my racks lookin' chunky |
| Yeah they just forget I’m a star, so I step with no less and a weapon of ours |
| In the front seat, lemme give her lesson in bars |
| You’ll be questioning yours when you turn my song on feeling rusty |
| How can you be threatening ours when you wetter than cars |
| That were left in the rain and the mud |
| She let me touch on her butt, then I hit guts quick nut |
| Then I cut to my crud |
| See I’m a young king on my own shit |
| I’ve been through the tears, pain, sweat, let alone all the blood |
| All them liquids cause a flood |
| Only roll with dawgs, hit cats and we clap on the mutts |
| I’ve had enough of all this rough shit, bluff this, nah I never could, |
| never would till they cut me |