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Pi’erre Bourne

"Temple City Freestyle"

[Intro: Lil Wintr]
Pulled up with my b*tch, I blew a f*ckin' bag at Neiman
If you talking slimy, we gon' pull up and be beamin'
Yeah, you know the gang run it up, yeah we D1
I ain't got no papers, you got 20? b*tch I'll smoke 'em

[Verse 1: Lil Wintr]
Pulled up with my b*tch, I blew a f*ckin' bag at Neiman
If you talking slimy, we gon' pull up and be beamin'
Yeah, you know the gang run it up, yeah we D1
I ain't got no papers, you got 20? b*tch I'll smoke 'em
Ten racks minimum if you wanna talk to me
Got my bands up at the age of seventeen
b*tch you took a hit, how the f*ck are you geeked?
In love with the money, when I rack it I get geeked

[Verse 2: Marcelo]
You won't understand it, like from other planets
The sh*t you post is trashy, you had, we been had it
We making money, stack it, that sh*t been a habit
I can't even manage, sometimes I think I planned it
We came empty-handed and left with all the cash, b*tch
[?], my money got amounts, yeah
I just run it up, lil' b*tch you can't hold it
Only on my level, I can't feel none of you posers

[Verse 3: AP// eighty one]
f*ckin' on a b*tch, heard she thirty, she my OG
Never pay for pus*y, bougie di*k, these hoes on me
Smoking on that strong, tell your plug he need that protein
I just rolled that wood and blowed that b*tch up in the morning sun
Sunroof, something got my neck on, never moving
Too quick, scuffing up on my new McNairy's
f*ckin' with my money, b*tch, leave you bleeding like it's Carrie
Got that Audemar baguette, serve me up just like spaghetti
I got big dope, baby, Mary Jane, let's get married
I got homies on the coast selling dope, moving [?]
I got woadies with the Tom, talking shoes with no laces
I just lay up at the crib, smokin' pack, getting faded

[Verse 4: Shiro]
Tell that lil' b*tch to go and get his bands up
Tell that lil' b*tch to go and get his fans up
Pull up, DSM, know I got my brands up
Pull up, gang and them, flexin', they can't stand us, yeah, yeah
Now that I'm on, Gucci cologne
Now that I'm on, they all want some
Now they want some
I don't do the flexin', cash, I still want some
You at Neiman window shoppin', you a bum

[Verse 5: Keaganistan]
D1, D1, do you really need one?
[?]
Me and my bros, gonna shoot the gun
Getting lot of racks, I swear this is fun
[?], but I stay out of that
Joking, but I act laid back
I'm not joking, when I get really mad
See it in your eyes, then you're getting sad

[Verse 6: Despair]
Hop off the plane, making hits, b*tch it's nothing
Why you talking like you're gonna do something?
Yeah, you not doing sh*t, yeah, you bluffing
So much drip in the crib, yeah, we flooding
Yeah, wish this sh*t could last forever
Yeah, everyday I'm doing better
Yeah, eyes on us when we answer
Think you can be like us? No, not ever

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