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Boss Freestyle

アーティスト:Meek Mill  アルバム:Flamers 

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Free my nigga lil BH I fell in love with the streets, yeah I was 16 (youngin) Grinding like Clipse, tryna get cream (let's get it) A little nigga in the field, was doing big things Big hammers, big work, and had a big team It was popping round the time we had it in green The whip was dirty, narcs tryna sweep the strip clean Plus we had that wife dirt, you know, that Christine Aculera, that should dare her, make a rick fiend Go broke tryna fix dreams Watching niggas cook the coke it looked like whipped cream And I was tryna get cake (I was hungry) My old auntie told me just wait But I was crooked, tryna get straight The hundreds with the big face The money made me feel great Like Tony the Tiger, when he get flakes Talking the frosted ones My heart was so cold had to defrost my lungs Get (?) paranoid, and go hard with guns Ready to squeeze on any nigga with ease Nightmares of being murdered I believed How the judge gon blame me 'Cause when them niggas come to kill me nobody gon save me Label me a felon 'fore you label me as telling Upstate jail and tuna soup and getting melon Tell em, was raining yesterday but now it's hailing It's death up in the air, you can smell it Man they got the reaper round the corner tryna catch a body The hungry youngins up the street they tryna catch somebody Slipping, they got their smith and they gon stretch some bodies If they don't get paid, somebody


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