Cris Queben - grass freestyle Lyrics

Tough bitches anit tough bitches
These rich niggas and rich niggas
Swear to God that today life is such a f*ckin' facade
I can't complain but maintain And this shit's mossin' on my brain
I told you once and I told you twice This ain't sweet, Like apple pies

I'll give you a slice of life And leave you leakin' like Niagara Falls
I told you niggas you got Pistachios Don't f*ck with My f*ckin' balls
If I make a call and call You out And press the Button, expire you out
Like milk left out of the Fridge, nigga Can a nigga F*ckin' live, nigga

Can I build up a spliffin' Roll Through your Community like I'm a gift
Wrapped under the tree You know I'm goin' high Off trees
I'm leanin' like the tower Of motherf*ckin' Pisa
Thumbs up or thumbs down for that nigga If you want it, be fissa

I swear to God if you suck You need a f*ckin' visa
You know where I liveza You can see me in your Eyesa
I swear to God you ain't Goin' nowhere Nigga, I'm Just higher
And if you want that lean To that spark You get Gassed up like fire

Uh, ah yes, ah yeah I'm on The mic one more again
I told you my shit is Insane And you ain't Comin' back like Rogaine
I swear to God that's more Pain Champagne for the Pain
Braised in the PJs In third world with O's in the roof

I swear to God you a F*ckin' goof Don't let me Do it to you with my Troops
I swear to God you, nigga Broke as a square, you no Loot
I told you, nigga Don't Come across my shit one Time
For the one time and get Outlined That y'all blind Like I have vision

You with no spine, nigga You is just a antelope
I swear to God no Enchilada Man, my shit is So dope
I say what I wanna
You Know you a goner
All the compotona I Swear to God like a katana

I cut fine, I cut thick This, Bitch nigga, don't give me Lip
I told you, nigga, already I will over flow the cup when I rip
From the Hip I get mine Just like a Tech 9