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It - 12 Bars (Freestyle) (feat. Rob p.e) Lyrics



It - 12 Bars (Freestyle) (feat. Rob p.e) Lyrics




Feel like Jon Jones with these hands, Yo bitch feel around my pockets
She been gettin' in my pants, I got pints of purple syrup
Bitch, I do the money dance, Bitch I'm feelin' off the wall
Just like I put on some Vans, Say yo bitch, she tryna call me
That lil' ho won't get a chance

This bitch, say I'm just like Lucki How I'm tweakin' off them Xans
I'm just like Mr. Pop a Perk I've been takin' all these drugs
I'm turnin' blue like Papa Smurf, My life movie like cartoon

You see the bubbles and hear my words I told this bitch I need some heads
I took her to bed, she do the work

I can't talk that much about it
Made me sign an NDA I've been dunkin' on these hoes
Like I played in NBA Take a step back, shoot a three

Bitch, I feel like Stephen Curry Then the shoes, and the shrooms they started kickin
Cause my vision gettin' blurry

Been gettin' money for some weeks You the type to go and ball out
Probably spend it on some freaks This bitch blowin' on my phone

She said she need a ounce of weed Any type of drug you need
Bitch, I told her you could come with me Told her the shooters do it best
Anytime she call my phone The only thing she want is sex

I'm in a spot with two chains on me They keep movin, they swingin

Puttin' my phone on DND She keep on callin' but my shit ain't ringin
Two bitches got on white T blue hair I blue eye, they twining
This bitch can't stop spying on me She f*ck with the gang, she know we winnin
I told God, keep your eye on me Masked up with the gang, you know we be sinnin

Rolls Royce truck in the driver's seat Look up, they got stars in the ceiling

That bitch from Northwest, she look so good I'm feelin' starstruck
Took a white girl on a date, she said she feelin' Starbucks

Pockets way too fat, feel like my money overweight
I just rolled a fat blunt, feel like I put it in a eight
Uh, uh, I only smoke Biscotti
When it comes to the bitches, you know I chill with the hotties

Uh, yeah, said I got hella bodies
I ain't talkin' sex, talk on the neck and shout at me in the lobby
Uh, uh, I'm goin' hella dumb
Look like I just robbed a bank, I'll leave the building with the funds

Uh, uh, she said she havin' fun
Geekin' off the extra, off the blue, the pills gotta come
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Feel like Jon Jones with these hands, Yo bitch feel around my pockets
She been gettin' in my pants, I got pints of purple syrup
Bitch, I do the money dance, Bitch I'm feelin' off the wall
Just like I put on some Vans, Say yo bitch, she tryna call me
That lil' ho won't get a chance

This bitch, say I'm just like Lucki How I'm tweakin' off them Xans
I'm just like Mr. Pop a Perk I've been takin' all these drugs
I'm turnin' blue like Papa Smurf, My life movie like cartoon

You see the bubbles and hear my words I told this bitch I need some heads
I took her to bed, she do the work

I can't talk that much about it
Made me sign an NDA I've been dunkin' on these hoes
Like I played in NBA Take a step back, shoot a three

Bitch, I feel like Stephen Curry Then the shoes, and the shrooms they started kickin
Cause my vision gettin' blurry

Been gettin' money for some weeks You the type to go and ball out
Probably spend it on some freaks This bitch blowin' on my phone

She said she need a ounce of weed Any type of drug you need
Bitch, I told her you could come with me Told her the shooters do it best
Anytime she call my phone The only thing she want is sex

I'm in a spot with two chains on me They keep movin, they swingin

Puttin' my phone on DND She keep on callin' but my shit ain't ringin
Two bitches got on white T blue hair I blue eye, they twining
This bitch can't stop spying on me She f*ck with the gang, she know we winnin
I told God, keep your eye on me Masked up with the gang, you know we be sinnin

Rolls Royce truck in the driver's seat Look up, they got stars in the ceiling

That bitch from Northwest, she look so good I'm feelin' starstruck
Took a white girl on a date, she said she feelin' Starbucks

Pockets way too fat, feel like my money overweight
I just rolled a fat blunt, feel like I put it in a eight
Uh, uh, I only smoke Biscotti
When it comes to the bitches, you know I chill with the hotties

Uh, yeah, said I got hella bodies
I ain't talkin' sex, talk on the neck and shout at me in the lobby
Uh, uh, I'm goin' hella dumb
Look like I just robbed a bank, I'll leave the building with the funds

Uh, uh, she said she havin' fun
Geekin' off the extra, off the blue, the pills gotta come
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Writer: Rob Coons, Berny Flores
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Performed By: It
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Rob Coons, Berny Flores

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