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Chris - Freestyle Lyrics



Chris - Freestyle Lyrics




Told that bitch come vibe with me, smoke my weed and decline the seats
All I need is your smile with teeth, she open her mouth, she get on her knees
Pull out her tracks, I pull out her weave
I'm tryna go fast, she talkin' bout, "Please"
I'm making her squirt, I'm making her cream
She talkin' bout, "Baby, you the man of my dreams"

I can't show that girl my love, pack my heat with full of trust
You don't know what's in that cut, man, I don't get no f*ck
Pray to God I get these bucks, save that bread and test my luck
While you hating, suck my dick and move around, you silly duck

Thank the Lord it's over, meditated sober
I ran across like Rover
Stop it, nigga, call it quits on that soda
Used to pop shit with that f*ckin' tris in my soda
No one would've told us it would toll us, no one told us it would have sold us
No one told us we'll be down that road, ya

F*ck it, switch the topic, nigga, what is next
Chasing pussy ain't gon' get you no success
F*ck that sex, baby, I just want respect
Love my niggas, wish them all the-
Love my niggas, wish them all the best
Had to cry, I got it off my chest
F*ck my haters, put em' all to rest, f*ck them niggas, they ain't making my checks

Okay, now a nigga tired
Nigga, this a freestyle
I ain't did this shit in a while
That bitch mooin' like a cow
I'm mooin' like a cow
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Told that bitch come vibe with me, smoke my weed and decline the seats
All I need is your smile with teeth, she open her mouth, she get on her knees
Pull out her tracks, I pull out her weave
I'm tryna go fast, she talkin' bout, "Please"
I'm making her squirt, I'm making her cream
She talkin' bout, "Baby, you the man of my dreams"

I can't show that girl my love, pack my heat with full of trust
You don't know what's in that cut, man, I don't get no f*ck
Pray to God I get these bucks, save that bread and test my luck
While you hating, suck my dick and move around, you silly duck

Thank the Lord it's over, meditated sober
I ran across like Rover
Stop it, nigga, call it quits on that soda
Used to pop shit with that f*ckin' tris in my soda
No one would've told us it would toll us, no one told us it would have sold us
No one told us we'll be down that road, ya

F*ck it, switch the topic, nigga, what is next
Chasing pussy ain't gon' get you no success
F*ck that sex, baby, I just want respect
Love my niggas, wish them all the-
Love my niggas, wish them all the best
Had to cry, I got it off my chest
F*ck my haters, put em' all to rest, f*ck them niggas, they ain't making my checks

Okay, now a nigga tired
Nigga, this a freestyle
I ain't did this shit in a while
That bitch mooin' like a cow
I'm mooin' like a cow
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Writer: Christian Hicks
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