Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Him, artist - NyNy
Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Him |
You is outside? |
Where at? |
Let me see |
I don’t know where outside is |
He is outside |
Flip it, flip the camera |
Go to that gate right there |
I don’t really, ayy |
Ayy |
I don’t really get mad, but I get even |
Time to run my bag up, it’s that season |
Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason |
Your nigga a dog, you better free him |
You worried 'bout me, you better get your check up |
If my nigga out of line, I gotta see who next up |
You ain’t really on my level, bitch, you better step up |
I’m runnin' to my bag, tryna run the rest up |
Serious when I’m talkin', I don’t play around |
Got that cocky look but I just to have a frown |
Need a real nigga who I know gon' hold it down |
Watch your tone talkin', you gettin' way out of bounds |
Drop my tape, get some bands, that’s the plan now |
Gotta do shit on my own, I ain’t got no handouts |
Can’t bring you to the shows, you the type to fan out |
And these bitches is my sons, sorta like my fans now |
A lot of shit up on my mind, it’s getting hard to think |
You hoes be sad up, stop hitting me, tryna link |
Throw y’all in the water, you bitches, y’all gon' sink |
Can’t be friendly with these hoes 'cause they ain’t built like me |
I don’t really get mad, but I get even |
Time to run my bag up, it’s that season |
Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason |
Your nigga a dog, you better free him |
Your nigga a dog, he all up in my DMs |
And I can tell when you postin', you ain’t tryna free him |
He be lyin' on the 'Gram too, tryna pretend |
Actin' like he in love with you, caption his bitch a ten |
Grew up in the game, so this shit ain’t new |
Lot of shit y’all don’t see, can’t walk in my shoes |
Demon niggas, they with me, they ain’t got shit to lose |
I just walk in the room and these niggas choose |
I don’t speak first, that’s my biggest problem |
But I don’t like making friends 'cause nobody solid |
No nigga ran from me, I got my own knowledge |
Yeah, I’d rather spend yours, but I got my own pockets |
I don’t really get mad, but I get even |
Time to run my bag up, it’s that season |
Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason |
Your nigga a dog, you better free him |