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Freeway

"Charlie Sheen"

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Ugh, yeah, alright, sh*t hard as f*ck
Ugh, look, hustle, all I do is rap about the fast life
You can’t relate, you need to get your cash right
I must have been a flashlight, in my past life
Cause all I do is shine, so blow me like a bagpipe
Wood, grains, grams and gold chainz
I’m shutting down traffic I’m switching 4 lanes
I’m hanging out the window every which way
Every n*gga not a pimp but every b*tch pay
I’m hard on these hoes like every single day
And I got a lot of b*tches in every different states
I get a lot of pus*y but I never got to pay
And all money is in all a n*gga gotta say look
Now one time for my young grind
I spend hundreds, I smoke quarters and f*ck…
Got no love for broke b*tches with no drough
I dropped out but I done fine
I know you heard about them stages I been murdering
Light my swisher up as they rolling my room service in
The shopping sprees, all this fly sh*t I’m purchasing
Tattoos on my face cause now I know I’ll never work again
The pretty b*tches that know why they sell purposes
But still blame me for the emotions they be working with
And jealous n*ggas that was once..
The kush I’m blowing, inside the coop that I’m swerving

[Chorus: Freeway]
We get that green, Charlie Sheen
We winning, we winning
I’m Charlie Sheen b*tch we winning
All I know is get money don’t make no money
I’m strapped motherf*cker you can’t take sh*t from me
We winning, we winning
I’m Charlie Sheen b*tch we winning
All I know is get money don’t make no money
I’m strapped motherf*cker you can’t take sh*t from me

[Verse 2: Blanco]
Yeah, I’m on the freeway, with the hundred pack
I’m Yeah, I’m on the freeway, with the hundred pack
I’m with Freeway, but I ain’t tell them that
I’ve been to hell and back
I ain’t a backpack rapper but I got a back pack full of hammer straps
…cliche, what the streets say
The streets said they want the raw
So DJ, we play with them K’s like it's laser tag
And anyone in my way is gonna pay for that
I’m in the bay like a motherf*cker raider’s hat
I run the bay, what you faggots gotta say to that?
You say the fakest raps, and all I say it’s fact
It’s over b*tch, Fade to black

[Chorus: Freeway]
We get that green, Charlie Sheen
We winning, we winning
I’m Charlie Sheen b*tch we winning
All I know is get money don’t make no money
I’m strapped motherf*cker you can’t take sh*t from me
We winning, we winning
I’m Charlie Sheen b*tch we winning
All I know is get money don’t make no money
I’m strapped motherf*cker you can’t take sh*t from me

[Verse 3: Lil Rue]
Las Vegas nights, I’m at the crap tables
10 … keep my stacks table
Get money, don’t make no money
Got rich off …
I’m in the … club n*gga
Me winning, … a rich n*gga, fresh out the hood
…she ask me what the time is
I pull down my wrist, like can you count down this
I was just trying put her mouth where her mouth is
And let me f*ck that pus*y out of line, yeah

[Chorus: Freeway]
We get that green, Charlie Sheen
We winning, we winning
I’m Charlie Sheen b*tch we winning
All I know is get money don’t make no money
I’m strapped motherf*cker you can’t take sh*t from me
We winning, we winning
I’m Charlie Sheen b*tch we winning
All I know is get money don’t make no money
I’m strapped motherf*cker you can’t take sh*t from me

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