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Correct Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored Freestyle Lyrics
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Correct Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored Freestyle
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[Intro] Can’t no rapper put fear no in my heart It was never really there from the start yeah yeah yeah And I don’t know who really cares anymore Paranoid you wasn't here from the start Yeah yeah Stuck high don’t think I’m landing no more I just hope that you can’t stand me no more yeah yeah yeah [Verse 1] When shit got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me Now everybody wanna sign me wanna franchise me I’m on the type of shit to make her man fight me Im in your girlfriend phone saved as scam likely Never tapped out bitch im tapped in Rackman, dog im all in shorty dome like a cat scan I could get it for the low but I tax fam Play your cards right, I’m never on my last hand bitch Motherfucka’s claim they hate me and they never see me Fuck em dog I'm getting feticini till they rest in peace me She always saying she gonna leave but she don’t ever leave me New bitch up in magazines but she could never read me Yeah And Why you mad dog tell me what I do to you yeah Do to you yeah (Why you mad?) And anytime its that call Baby I got two for you yeah two for you yeah I don’t get enough rest I been fucking up checks This a fucking gut check Fuck who getting upset Don’t know where the love at I don’t even want that I motherfuckin' dub that fuck that Momma always told me ever since a kid was a prophet I need them checks to deposit I need what’s fronted and extra and then the rest of the profit Im like obsessed with the concept Of bringing stress to your noggin Think I perfected the process pussy I Get higher than Mariah notes the shit could be scary Smoking pounds, a five bills the only nick that I carry Bitch I want the whole pie I ain't thinking of sharing And I don’t think no one is fucking with me think its apparent Wheres your favorite rapper point em, void account I'll pull his fucking card like a debit, no debate he should credit Me as a great I don’t get it Im where your whole style came from I know they mad that we came up Its like we asking to stain us yeah [Verse 2] Huey baby I be doing 80 Do 100's I got tickets I ain't paid in months and I be all up in your city like a crazy bum and My blood homie told me tell em that’s the way we bumin' I be crazy blunted crashing the Mercedes front and Trash the Jamie cup and tell the cops there was a lady coming Hoes text me from a number I ain't save in months and I won’t ever save a hoe bitch I ain't saving nothing Im a fucking villain higher than the fucking ceiling yeah Motherfuck your feelings bitch I need 100 million yeah I heard all they music I don’t fucking feel em I know how it feels to fucking wish you wasn’t living And still be the goat Billy the flow, I mean bully the flow She go at my neck but I cum In her throat Im like the flash bitch I run it the most I dropped my ex and I carried the coast You dropped a tape but shit nobody knows You tagging everyone nobody post You having shows but shit nobody goes Fuck that shit, Im from where they tuck that clip Im from where they tuck that chain cause they’ll run that shit I don’t ever run that’s bitch, All I do run that play and I run laps bitch You know what time it is Check the thermometer im like the hottest shit These rapper hate me but I don’t acknowledge it You not a opp and shit you just anonymous yeah My new bitch Italian and she give the sloppiest We on some sam and some Ronnie shit She always fighting about a bitch I need a bottom bitch I need a lot of shit I need a lot of checks I took a lot of shit Promise that ima flex Bitch
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