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Freddie Gibbs

"Freddie Gibbs - La Leakers Freestyle #87"

Type of n*gga cook the birdie up for breakfast and throw the fin up
Don't f*ck with Maserati and Lexus I pull the Benz out
My mama birthday comin I might just get her a Benz truck
I cut off my motherf*cking losses and put the wind up
Kicking like karate that china white in the blender
Send that sh*t to Michigan city and tear the pen up
Mama said the federal prison where i would end up
Attorneys like $600 an hour just to defend us
Like "my god"
All a n*gga know is subpar
I need a b*tch with a pretty face, a bank account and a backyard
'Cause now a n*gga swipin' black cards
9/11 black on black it's a blacker‚ check‚ I'm the black God
Not a fat n*gga‚ but I've been gettin max cream
Addicts linin'up to get injected like a vaccine
Chopper on me daily
Ain't safe to live the rap dream
n*ggas poppin' hella rap cap for the rap cream
Ye's on my phone, Blaze on my phone, Rule's on my phone‚ Gang on my phone, Trae's on my phone
Lamb put me on, Josh put me on‚ Tunji put me on, Gazi put me on, God put me on
Now I can sit back in my mansion
n*gga blastin' my chef
Gettin it crackin I'm sippin 'gnac with a b*tch or two
Cocaine class in my rap, pocket residuals
Rap game easy
The trap game was difficult
House came with cameras and choppers, I got a n*gga rule
VVS is all in my neck, sets invisible
I done took this sh*t from the triple beam to the digital
Yayo about to come out like mayo whippin' that miracle
Paper over pus*y and power, boy that's the principle
Powder party bachelor pad, bring some b*tches through
I done took this sh*t from the triple beam to the digital
Yayo about to come out like mayo whippin that miracle
Kill that sh*t, let it breath b*tch
Youngins 'bout to slice in emojis with the skis b*tch
Real king of the streets sh*t
Got three books for the 20 Westbrook
Rest in peace, Nip
Real king of the street sh*t
The marathon ain't never stopped, you put these n*ggas on their feet crip
I straighta sh*t and got the street sick
The last supper you might get it from some n*ggas that you eat with
Cocaine
Whole thang
Freddie Corleone Soprano my whole name
Forgiatos on a pick up, I'm dogging the whole lane
All is well to the Lord just stones and falls, man
Got some n*ggas that ain't never goin' talk on the phone man
Peace to Charlie Mike, I'm thuggin' 'til you get home man
Forgiatos on a pick up, I'm dogging the whole lane
All is well to the Lord just stones and falls, man
It ain't no game
Finball
Best rapper alive n*gga
It ain't no game

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