| We gon' send that boy up, he scared of heights
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| Back on the block, we rollin' dice
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| Girl, if you tryna fuck, come get this pipe
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| Pop a Perc', now I’m back to life
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| She like, «Sleepy, I love how you swervin'»
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| Pull up, back out, we closin' them curtains
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| Blue sky, yeah, I’m Crippin', they nervous
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| Move hot, he get flipped like some burgers
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| Get to shootin' for the love of the set
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| 30 knock his head off his neck
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| Lil' bitch, I’m a dog, never seen a vet
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| I’m the bomb, take it as a threat
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| Go out with a bang, nigga, win or lose
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| Bitches petty, they gon' pick and choose
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| I don’t know her name but she call me boo
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| Let me fuck, but she in love with you
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| Pull up in a big body, not a coupe
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| Yeah, big body, not a coupe
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| Tell 'em free the gang, let my niggas loose
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| Just a young nigga with the juice
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| I know what she gon' do, huh
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| For Balenciaga, Jimmy Choo
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| My Glock got its own rules, huh
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| He be tellin' niggas what to do
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| This car full of felon niggas
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| I don’t bail on niggas
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| Snitchin', tellin' what we gon' do
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| Remember we only had one
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| Tryna turn this shit into a two
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| Three shots make a nigga snooze
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| Why you came here? |
| Nigga, for the loot
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| Five hitters up and let it boom
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| Know the six-speed help a nigga zoom
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| Niggas weak, seven days, through
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| On the eight block, tell 'em come shoot
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| Seen a nine, now he want a truce
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| Stood ten toes, still up in the loop
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| Seen a nine, now he want a truce
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| Stood ten toes, still up in the loop
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| Stood ten toes, still up in the loop
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| Huh, come get lit
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| Ran off on the plug, we ain’t payin' shit
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| New piece, shoot and shit hit
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| Chop like Bruce Lee, shit kick
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| Want smoke, come and get it
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| If it’s beef, I don’t never dead it
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| Dropped him, he gon' need some paramedics
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| Bitch bad, but good on her credit, look
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| Fuck how she look, where the loyalty at?
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| Hit it once, I ain’t callin' her back
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| Come fuck with the gang, but don’t get attached
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| They just in love with me 'cause I rap
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| I like to count racks in the trap
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| Cops pull up, then I’m right out the back
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| If you got opps, then you can’t lack
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| No strap, then you gettin' whacked
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| No strap, then you gettin' whacked
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| No strap, then you gettin' whacked |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anxiety Freestyle , by - sleepy hallow. Song from the album Sleepy Hallow Presents: Sleepy For President, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп