"Funkmaster Flex Freestyle"
My mama said, never go out after the nine
Fuck that time, cause I had me a nine
Watched a homie cook that zone in the kitchen
Three fifty seven, with a nose like Pippen
I always asked, can I go to my granny house?
It's easier to sell 'em bags out the canny house
I never had time for my bitch, cause I'm gone
Out with the homies, so she think I'm doin' wrong
She say, be careful, cause they might hit you up
I'm lookin' at this bitch, like I don't give a fuck
Burn on my hip, yeah, the life of a thug
All my homies bang, I just wanna sell drugs
My homie locked up, puffin' nigga in the room
The way this shit goin', shit, I might seem soon
Rubber grip, hollow tip, four four Mag'
Brains outta pocket, make 'em look like it's red
Got so many hoes on my dick now
Thirsty, yeah, I'm the shit now
Plug said, thirty for a brick now
All the cash in my pocket, can't fit now
Big chain, one ring, one watch
Fuck one, lick one, one watch
When it come to pimpin', I'm a veteran
Ain't the most attractive, but I got hella bands
See me in the club, that nigga
With at least two hoes, Jack Tripper
Dick in her mouth, she gon' swallow
She gon' do anythin' for a bottle
Uh, now she losin'
All this bread got her best friend choosin'
Been starin' at me, no, they ain't cool
But I'm a really fuck her now, cause they ain't cool
Dark ass nigga, I don't give a fuck
Dog ass nigga, motherfucker rough
Go hard, no pass and if you drive out here, you gettin' no gas
They like me, they like me
I don't love 'em, I'm just actin', where's Spike Lee?
Moral of the story is I got hoes, in different area codes
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