| Yo, yeah
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| Hey man, ultimate
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| You already know what this is
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| Lil B
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| Eastside, Westside, Southside, Midwest
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| Handle business
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| Shout out to the Caribbean, I love you
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| Freedom O' freedom, we all need it
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| Stop the hate across the world cause we all see it
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| Let us play even, no war behind my back
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| Teach me to think before I react
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| I’m so over it, rubbing shoulders with kings
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| I used to be a pawn now I’m controlling shit
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| All this fish in the pond get eaten when the sharks hit
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| Who you gon' start with
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| My emotions keep me far away from that shit
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| I’m not just talking shit, I don’t talk just to talk bitch
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| I’m at the point I don’t do shit I don’t want to do
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| I don’t relate to suckas but they gonna feel my pain
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| Being a is disgusting, I hate man calling us ugly
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| I’m something that you can’t touch
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| My mind on things, my mind designed
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| I’m on them outer lines
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| Like how you trying to define the top tier
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| I’m top of the world, why stop here
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| Niggas got a third chance thanking God everyday
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| Thinking how I fell off, I would’ve been a number
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| This is only for the streets, don’t die this summer
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| I stay lowkey with the 9 in the Hummer
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| .45 in the truck, 18 is my number
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| Keep on playing, niggas tie you up, man
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| Put the kids in the trunk
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| Glocks in your mouth
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| Bout five keys of dope
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| And I ran into the south
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| They need this real dope, I’m in the drought
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| about my job professions
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| I know you love the world, kill the people, this stresses
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| Me, like how you gon' forget me
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| I seen this, assertive death
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| Everybody can’t do it and everybody tryna do it
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| That’s a lot of fucking death
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| With this shit close to home
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| All these soldiers coming home, straight out of war
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| Came back and got posted
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| Like niggas can’t talk in their face man, the mack is focused
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| Red beam on you, your back is open
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| Bullets hit you up like the napkin open
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| Your food, wipe the table, back in motion
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| Nigga, I’m back posted
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| Thinkin' bout how I got on this poster
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| One more chance, I’m feeling closer
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| The game so young but the world so older
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| Promised to my boss I won’t turn my shoulders
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| Niggas never cold shoulder for the game
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| Always come in lames
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| I’ma pimp these bitches for the fame
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| It’s Lil B, nigga
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| Like I said man, ultimate
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| We do what we do, man
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| We ain’t fucking with none of that extra shit
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| Yeah, like I said man
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| Lil B up next
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| Lil B up next, man
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| Hottest unsigned artist in the world
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| Taking this game forever
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| Know what I’m saying
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| We got to. |
| Period |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freedom O Freedom, artist - Lil B. Album song Ultimate Bitch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп