Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Triple C What Da Lick Read, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.01.2007
Record label: Starz
Song language: English
Freestyle |
| Check, I just wanna know your mindset |
| Here starin' at your fine ex |
| Damn, this where you put your time at |
| Unappreciated like that Timex |
| Let me rewind that, G-shit, let me rewind that |
| I just wanna know your mindset |
| Here starin' at your fine ex |
| Damn, this where you put your time at |
| Unappreciated like that Timex |
| She ready for this dope boy dialect |
| In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex |
| The East Coast meets Kanye West |
| Death Row reeks underneath my breath |
| Storage wars, all the whores, I walk away |
| Chad and Evelyn evidence, just a block away |
| Do the bitches love you when you out the league? |
| Will my car still crank when I hit the keys? |
| When did dark skinned brothers learn to ski? |
| Got a thing for Khloe, Lamar lost his feet |
| Scott Dis’nick, Taylor check me in a week |
| Black bottle boy, nigga blazin' peach |
| Such an amazin' piece, such an amazin' speech |
| This is easy to me |
| Ruthless records, next Eazy to be |
| May we live long, rich forever |
| She can hear it in my tone, rich forever |
| Standin' on my own, Anderson Silva |
| Break a bone, nigga gone 'til November |
| Run in your home, put your infant in a blender |
| Sippin' a smoothie or give it up smoothly |
| Don’t panic, only lyrics for my movie |
| You couldn’t handle my tender life, for real |
| Hood stripes worth more than my deal |
| Motherfucker ain’t as real |
| Ten mil' in a duffle, make a nigga shiver |
| Saint Bartholomews chillin' for the winter |
| You makin' wack songs with the nice titles |
| All chains, no rings, never see the finals |
| I know you’re tired of loving, of loving |
| With nobody to love, nobody, no (Uh-huh, honey) |
| Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures |
| One good girl is worth a thousand bitches |
| Bound you’re falling in love |
| Bound you’re falling in love (Uh-huh, honey) |
| I wanna fuck you hard on the sink |
| After that, give you something to drink |
| Step back, can’t get spunk on the mink |
| I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? |
| Hey, you remember where we first met? |
| Okay, I don’t remember where we first met |
| But hey, admitting is the first step |
| And hey, you know ain’t nobody perfect |
| And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep |
| But hey, their backstroke I’m tryna perfect |
| And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgiving |
| So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas |
| She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist |
| Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? |
| Maybe we could still make it to the church steps |
| But first, you gon' remember how to forget |
| After all these long-ass verses |
| I’m tired, you tired, Jesus wept |
| I know you’re tired of loving, of loving |
| With nobody to love, nobody, nobody |
| So just grab somebody, no leaving this party |
| With nobody to love, nobody, nobody |
| (Uh-huh, honey) Jerome’s in the house, watch your mouth |
| Jerome’s in the house, watch your mouth |
| Bound you’re falling in love |
| Bound you’re falling in love (Uh-huh, honey) |