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Freestyle

アーティスト:Meek Mill  アルバム:Flamers 

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Hot summer nights cold still we lurking Squad up, send a nigga home if he nervous We ain't shooting just to get a name 'cause we murder No witness they ain't see what happen but they heard 'em We serve 'em, do they boys proper with them big choppers Tell the law to call the coroners, forget the doctors Cause that nigga dead, hit his body hit his dead Left him there (?) put his soul up in the air Ya, shit I can make you soldiers disappear At the point of a finger, my man will point the banger And take you pussy niggas out like fast food Bad moves, I'll have him drop the shells like they cashews Cash rules everything that's near me So if you owe me money, you better bring it hurry, ya hear me? A lot niggas they be scary But I be in the hood super dirty like I'm Harry Catch me I be fresher than I've been Hater, no I've never been You catch me in the squad I'm riding by you with that metal and I be on the south side but north death forever him From where they get that work and run that cheddar in You better than, who not me


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