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Lou the Human

"We Can’t Stop Freestyle"

Came in sober and I left in a fog
Till I'm dead and gone I’m forever repping the squad
Dog I wrote this sh*t with a such a f*cking headache on god
Ironic cause im such a motherf*cking headache for y'all
b*tch You could dead the facade, sh*t I was destine to pop
It ain't holloween but u pretending a lot, so sh*t I’m egging your spot
She always snooping a detective a lot
But never getting answers like when you question a cop
b*tch I'm heaven sent and devilish
And never gon stop ever kid
Im a f*cking threat and its evident
Hand the feds all the evidence
Pass the refer to priests
And hand the meds to a reverend
Bust a shot at a cop
Aim for the head of the president
If you a opp you irrelevant
sh*t ill pop on a veteran
Tell my idols to suck a di*k
And Role models I'm deading em
Motherf*cker's ain't getting him in a thousand years
Yall ain't never had a real chance you a stallionaire
And if you not aware ain't nobody give me sh*t
On some jimmy sh*t I started from the bottom
So if you try to pull up on em like a lick on some gimmie sh*t
You could catch a double shot some pauly D and vinny sh*t
And she don't give me lip but she give me lip
This flow I started go retarded on some Timmy sh*t
Yeah you blonde hair rappers look like Timmy thick
Yall my sons that’s a fact that’s a fendi kid
Im from where they sell the type of sh*t that got Demi lit
On one side and on the other side the semi rip
I feel like I'm dying everyday I’m on some Kenny sh*t
So im bussin shots until I'm shot I hope you ready b*tch
Yeah can't deny a god in the flesh
Ill hommy a vet kill a goat & body the rest
I'm like Miley I just party & sex
And rebrand the next week like it was hardly regrets
I just Marley’d my chest
Ex's call me a mess
My exes call me a lot but dog I always reject
Model chick from les ain't even kicking her game
But I was playing therapist the way im picking her brain
Im still sick & deranged I ain't picking a lane
b*tch ill sing about my di*k in your dame
And then I'll spit she was lame
Your girls eyes light up soon as you mention my name
& They tweet about the kid but they won't mention my name
f*ck @ing me just get at me
You tougher online with a avi
Ain't no flame that could match me
Im in a suite downtown and im training a baddie
With so many back shots that I gave her a fattie
Yeah
Im a tweaker ill admit it
I been going f*cking crazy for a minute
Won't say it I ain't meant it
Can't say that I ain't sayian I ain't krillin
b*tch Im trunks when im bussin how I f*cking finish busters
Im a trippy motherf*cker, getting hickeys out in public
My b*tch trippin like the 60s she a hippie and I love it
If ain't some type of sticky or the piffy I don't want it
If she come with too much baggage ain't trippin I don't luggage yeah

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