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Freestyle 019 Video (MV)




Performed By: HiLLWiLL6113
Length: 2:03
Written by: H Williams




HiLLWiLL6113 - Freestyle 019 Lyrics




She twerk for the money
Just to pay the bills
I don't tip no stripper if that booty ain't real
I don't pay for liquor I pulled up already lit
Leave the spot with me
And gave that bitch some Henny dick
I be spending money not knowing where the shit went
My brother told me that I need to be a better pimp
My cousin in the backseat rolling up medicine
Just don't fcukin ask me nothing bout my nemesis
I wish the whole world
Had common sense
I got a watch on still asking what time it is
Learn my roman numerals from knowing all the Jordans
Making songs in my house bitch be quiet we recording
My cousin did a crime and got his ass deported
You created a character that's living through your music
Lying ass rappers killed the game causing confusion
When the smoke clear my shadow coming out the mist
Ya niggas so hot wouldn't dap ya with oven mitts
You wasn't in the streets you wasn't even outside
You ain't qualified to speak on that
Keep ya mouth quiet
I'm
A run the game till I get tired
Ya
Gon cop the ghost make niggas think we died
In the right situation I'm suppressing all my pride
Killers turn to God
You went to jail and met Allah
My team dropping bombs like our name Osama
To have the game on lock like our name Iguodala
Bitch I'm from North PG putting on the north side
My hood was in wild in the 90's up to 05
I put on for New Carrollton
DC and Maryland
She gave a broke nigga pussy
Now she regret it
He was a liability and now that boy your headache
That boy is pathetic
He sick he need a medic
That boy is pathetic
He sick he need a medic
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She twerk for the money
Just to pay the bills
I don't tip no stripper if that booty ain't real
I don't pay for liquor I pulled up already lit
Leave the spot with me
And gave that bitch some Henny dick
I be spending money not knowing where the shit went
My brother told me that I need to be a better pimp
My cousin in the backseat rolling up medicine
Just don't fcukin ask me nothing bout my nemesis
I wish the whole world
Had common sense
I got a watch on still asking what time it is
Learn my roman numerals from knowing all the Jordans
Making songs in my house bitch be quiet we recording
My cousin did a crime and got his ass deported
You created a character that's living through your music
Lying ass rappers killed the game causing confusion
When the smoke clear my shadow coming out the mist
Ya niggas so hot wouldn't dap ya with oven mitts
You wasn't in the streets you wasn't even outside
You ain't qualified to speak on that
Keep ya mouth quiet
I'm
A run the game till I get tired
Ya
Gon cop the ghost make niggas think we died
In the right situation I'm suppressing all my pride
Killers turn to God
You went to jail and met Allah
My team dropping bombs like our name Osama
To have the game on lock like our name Iguodala
Bitch I'm from North PG putting on the north side
My hood was in wild in the 90's up to 05
I put on for New Carrollton
DC and Maryland
She gave a broke nigga pussy
Now she regret it
He was a liability and now that boy your headache
That boy is pathetic
He sick he need a medic
That boy is pathetic
He sick he need a medic
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Writer: H Williams
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