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Vinzent - Freestyle Lyrics



Vinzent - Freestyle Lyrics




Make a f*ckin' of money, I'm rubbin' on a camel Money lickin' props, partin' my melons
Marathonin' money, never runnin' out of stamina Breathe in, breathe out like a nigga got asthma
Shoot a headshot like she holdin' up a camel Let a bitch dupe me like Eve did Adam
But I'll never be another ally like Sama Been a dig there, I can't be count

Play me steppin' like a copper, but nobody, he's a copper
Secondhand smoke, you can catch this copper
Need to research my last name, Popsicle
Police wishin' they could shop with this Ralph's rack

He was overweight, had to slide my towels
Plottin' hoes, Indian shippin' to the pockets
Tellin' what's the word, I can rap it, I can stab it
I can bag it like a package, make it double when I trap it

Boys in the trap, that shit might anthem
Been eatin' so good, mmm, turn to a hammie
Moved to Chris Houston, Steakhouse Dallas
Soul food Augusta, rooftop of Atlanta

Flyin' by the river, catch fish, it's Savannah
Crawl fish by the power when I'm in Louisiana
Flow the water, my neck's wet, it's a topper
Diamonds in the jewelry, lookin' like tap down

Turned a thorn to a copper, then nobody ever took it
Been sittin' so long, had to change out a cushion
Twenty-six is on the chart, you can never overlook
She gon' make my dick weak like a one-eyed bitch

She gon' give me that milk like an Oreo cookie
Turn myself into a killer, pussy gon' push
My life is so real, I swear I'll write a book
Float Peter Pan, I don't get a Capricorn

Most would say I'm a dog ass nigga, off the leash
I gotta f*ck her with a rubber, I ain't tryin' to catch fleas
But speakin' of a dog, got a bitch on her knee
Put the bone in her mouth, she eat the dick like a treat

I'm a real bloodhound, I can smell, I confess
We spin around in that pussy like we really was stuck together
Backshot, she calls me Willie Manchester
She a vampire, killin' that pussy like Van Helsing

All jokes aside, I'm undefeated, and underated
Not competing for money, like Cedrick the entertain
Shawty, black motherf*cka, I'm squeezin' your butt to take it
Lake boy, I can leave ya , and feed ya to the gator

Proceedin' without precaution
Wildfire, we all dying, tryna stuff it
Still ballin', blowin' up like a land mind
Keep some open, nigga, look like you got it

F*ck time, we lost time, rewound it
Ya chick fine, in case you need remindin
The beat time is tickin', I'm finger lickin' and stickin
And smoke cigarettes from wherever you're sittin

I think I take illusive dreams in that rhythm
Broken cog in the system
Insistent
On a life we living, the bitchy walk, masterpieces as it writen
Master peace of it, press please if it hitting but wait

Now you hitin' on your bullshit, wann sell a
Money, nigga, funny on your bullshit
Money, nigga, hungry on your bullshit

Money, nigga, hungry on your bullshit
That's a straight-up one-level stuff, and these games are forgiven
That's a straight-up one-level stuff, and these games are forgiven
The bone in the mouth, she eat the dick like a treat
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Make a f*ckin' of money, I'm rubbin' on a camel Money lickin' props, partin' my melons
Marathonin' money, never runnin' out of stamina Breathe in, breathe out like a nigga got asthma
Shoot a headshot like she holdin' up a camel Let a bitch dupe me like Eve did Adam
But I'll never be another ally like Sama Been a dig there, I can't be count

Play me steppin' like a copper, but nobody, he's a copper
Secondhand smoke, you can catch this copper
Need to research my last name, Popsicle
Police wishin' they could shop with this Ralph's rack

He was overweight, had to slide my towels
Plottin' hoes, Indian shippin' to the pockets
Tellin' what's the word, I can rap it, I can stab it
I can bag it like a package, make it double when I trap it

Boys in the trap, that shit might anthem
Been eatin' so good, mmm, turn to a hammie
Moved to Chris Houston, Steakhouse Dallas
Soul food Augusta, rooftop of Atlanta

Flyin' by the river, catch fish, it's Savannah
Crawl fish by the power when I'm in Louisiana
Flow the water, my neck's wet, it's a topper
Diamonds in the jewelry, lookin' like tap down

Turned a thorn to a copper, then nobody ever took it
Been sittin' so long, had to change out a cushion
Twenty-six is on the chart, you can never overlook
She gon' make my dick weak like a one-eyed bitch

She gon' give me that milk like an Oreo cookie
Turn myself into a killer, pussy gon' push
My life is so real, I swear I'll write a book
Float Peter Pan, I don't get a Capricorn

Most would say I'm a dog ass nigga, off the leash
I gotta f*ck her with a rubber, I ain't tryin' to catch fleas
But speakin' of a dog, got a bitch on her knee
Put the bone in her mouth, she eat the dick like a treat

I'm a real bloodhound, I can smell, I confess
We spin around in that pussy like we really was stuck together
Backshot, she calls me Willie Manchester
She a vampire, killin' that pussy like Van Helsing

All jokes aside, I'm undefeated, and underated
Not competing for money, like Cedrick the entertain
Shawty, black motherf*cka, I'm squeezin' your butt to take it
Lake boy, I can leave ya , and feed ya to the gator

Proceedin' without precaution
Wildfire, we all dying, tryna stuff it
Still ballin', blowin' up like a land mind
Keep some open, nigga, look like you got it

F*ck time, we lost time, rewound it
Ya chick fine, in case you need remindin
The beat time is tickin', I'm finger lickin' and stickin
And smoke cigarettes from wherever you're sittin

I think I take illusive dreams in that rhythm
Broken cog in the system
Insistent
On a life we living, the bitchy walk, masterpieces as it writen
Master peace of it, press please if it hitting but wait

Now you hitin' on your bullshit, wann sell a
Money, nigga, funny on your bullshit
Money, nigga, hungry on your bullshit

Money, nigga, hungry on your bullshit
That's a straight-up one-level stuff, and these games are forgiven
That's a straight-up one-level stuff, and these games are forgiven
The bone in the mouth, she eat the dick like a treat
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Writer: Calvin Cook, J P, Vincent Gates
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Calvin Cook, J P, Vincent Gates

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