Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Success Freestyle, artist - DJ J-RoninDate of issue: 30.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Success Freestyle |
| I got these niggas Keno. |
| Bar Exam 2 baby |
| Let that bitch breathe |
| (Armz) |
| I used to give a fuck |
| Now I could give a fuck less |
| What do I think of success? |
| It sucks |
| To much sex |
| My life is a fuck fest |
| And I ain’t blew up yet |
| Yet |
| Let that bitch breathe! |
| I used to give a shit |
| Now I could give a shit mo' |
| Cause I could pull a bitch mo' |
| Spit Cris, get a clique Christmas, trick doe |
| Went from livin' piss po' to livin' like I’m Rich Po |
| The clip explodes |
| Extended clip looks like it floats |
| It sparks, get smart before it smokes |
| Get close and get you a slit throat |
| A long kiss |
| You get you a mistletoe |
| On it’s toe tag |
| Touch you fags quick as Chris Stokes |
| Pause |
| I’m bout doe to my outro |
| So your ass gonna bounce that check your mouth wrote |
| Ha, like you need Beef |
| I do you like I do these beats |
| Then instigate it like I’m QDIII |
| I’ve been the greatest, I’m just seein' what’s good |
| I put you in a fucked up spot |
| Like front seat in the beamer with Suge |
| Uh |
| «I wish a nigga would» |
| Let that bitch breathe |
| Now peep this |
| It’s like I need three chicks |
| One Cup to freak this |
| Reach this level of speakin' |
| Or eat shit |
| Shit |
| I’ll shit on y’all niggas |
| Veezy tell 'em |
| «Man, y’all ain’t got shit on my nigga» (Whow!) |
| I need a whole new world to fit my big shoes in |
| And you can have an accident while I’m out with my bitch cruisin' |
| Slip and bump your head on the bullet |
| Your clique’s losin' |
| I’ll give you +99 Problems+ but I ain’t Rick Rubin |
| It’s Nickel you bluffin' |
| You in a pickle, kickin' the bucket |
| I’m pullin' strings like I’m liftin' a puppet |
| Ass buster |
| And I Remain Raw, you can ask Busta |
| Ask Ras, «Is 5'9″ a bad mother |
| Fucker?» |
| As far as beef, put it all to sleep |
| Til I’m at peace like I’m the soul of Chad Butler |
| R.I.P |
| Nigga, your fans love ya |
| As far as I am concerned, you was the last of ya |
| Back to my guns |
| Get clapped by my guns |
| You act like you want it until they ringin' as loud as a bad muffler |
| You celebrity raps niggas is mishaps |
| You wack |
| I’d rather hear Hugh Heff’s bitch rap |
| Or Shar |
| I know what you thinkin' |
| «He's dissin' Bizarre.» |
| You over thinkin' it bitch, get in the car |
| That’s my nigga |
| We’ll run a trizzy on you then play you to the left |
| Like when Jimmy Hendrix flipped the guitar |
| Owww |
| Ride with me, who live as me? |
| What nigga you know will look him right in his eyes and squeeze? |
| Obie |
| Let that bitch breathe |