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Correct Lorde Driveby (Hidden Freestyle 3) Lyrics
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Correct Lorde Driveby (Hidden Freestyle 3)
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[Verse 1: Ro Ransom] I never sold o’s But I always had Japanese clothes I’m the best on the low We shut it down everywhere we go She was all in my phone told her baby girl no no no Your new single came on at the club it was so so-so Zay blowing piff, S-Rank click Smell like money, come and get a whiff Smoothie in my cup with the sushi on my dish You ain't never ever ever heard a thing like like this Niggas do a lot of talk but they ain't saying shit Riverside Drive bumping Layne in the whip That's Alice in Chains in this bitch Fuck a rebuild this year we playing for the chip nigga She told me about, how when my tape comes out, she sees us fucking Well I’m out here popping this flame we been dropping so what's up then [Hook: Ro Ransom] Bags up out the store This here pure S-Rank Ghost couture Niggas with me (four) Who want (war) Drove by playing (Lorde) Pull up then we (score) Gimme (more) gimme gimme (more) Gimme gimme (more) [Verse 2: Ro Ransom] Leans what I used to like with soda But I’m breaking the habit, Mike Shinoda Y’all had hype but so what Nigga can’t see me, cause the price has glowed up Got the game hung across one shoulder Don’t drink but she say I’m hung over She sat it on me like a coaster You best address me like hello sir Cause I’ll roll up quick like a poster And change your first name to The Ghost Of Me I’m ready for my closeup Stay the fuck out my lane bitch its closed up You had critiques you should come and repeat those Nigga waking up like where the fuck did my teeth go I’m with your bitch posted up at the bistro S-Rank nigga but I love me a C-Note I smashed a dominican chick Y’all niggas bitch like kibbles and bits Y’all niggas sweet like cinnamon stix My flow hard like digging a ditch Don’t be mad, I know I’m mad late But this shit getting split like a bad date I can feel the envy in your handshake I don’t got that like bad taste Holla if you feel me It only make me stronger if the shit didn’t kill me Dirty flow I am filthy I could never say y’all didn’t know the real me So if I’m allowed to speak honestly This all i got ain't no option b Who the fuck out here as niggas as hot as me Bitch I’m the future thats prophecy Was never no sheep or no wannabe Who the fuck out can write songs like me Who the fuck sext game as strong as me I ain't say sex game I said sext game T at the end Scooped the waitress up at Nobu, she was a ten Now we group text fucking, me and her friend Game changer, state’s savior Where there's peace I break shit I create danger Laid up like Jesus in the manger Divide niggas teams, carry out the remainder Whats a lit match to a glacier? I’ll scream on niggas like Kramer Do me a favor don’t do me no favors I’m the 32nd flavor, the 37th chamber The murder weapon maker, I burn the effin paper I'm fly it ain't no signs of turbulent behavior Dog I came up with this flow, and laughed like shit yo Goddamn you the man for this Ro I really might cancel this though, cause fam I just know They can’t even handle this flow Fuck I can’t feel my hand my wrist froze Hoes Caribbean I should dance calypso I bend them hoes back like the stance for limbo Blind money you can’t even glance at this dough I ran into your mans at Jimbos He ain't pop off but he grilled the boy I'm the man round my hood but I’m still the boy Boyfriends all wanna kill the boy Girls always Lauryn Hill the boy They give me that thing, my dog tag bling Fucked her in the fall I was gone by the spring (Inaudible) summer fling, nigga
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