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LiLAC AT LENOX MALL FREESTYLE
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Yeah, flow up from the press
I ain't gonna rest, throw some ice on my chest
Big ballers hittin' on necks
And the boys, I'm very boss
Lamborghini lilac at Lenox Mall
Why even shop? Shoes 'bout to drop
Album 'bout to drop
488 Button do the drop top
When I fly to Oklahoma, feel like Eddie Sutton
When I'm fifty thousand feet in the sky, I
Can't compromise
Tires came from England
Tars and peace, chain swingin'
Yeah, bleach all the sheets, I can't do the beige linen
I feel like King Tut, ten thousand thread count
Freestyle Pharaoh
I done came down in a platinum Camaro
It's gon' ride chrome
Can end up in Rome
Flash one time when I'm two times home
Carry the cameras and roam just in case I ain't home
I done came down talkin' on my flip phone
Press one button but I still ain't got my IP
I done had to switch it to another third degree
In the fifth dimension
Ridin' on the bench, I can't do it
I done came down, slipped a Buick
It's a Pontiac
Might be a Bonneville, I'ma work the wheel
Sing a hook like Johnny Gill
I can switch it up, shoot the syrup in my cup
Pour it up
I done came down the fashion truck
Gotta, gotta have passion
Workin' with the fashion
I done came down, anything else is distraction
I'ma dip and dive
No more high fives
Puttin' gloves on, they sellin' out in the same night
I'm the same one to pour the syrup in my Sprite
I done came through, freestyle all night
All white Sprite
Drops at midnight
I done dropped the album, do the peace and chain medallion
Came through, it's a sapphire stallion
When's gon' it drop?
Came through, no I'm not droppin' all the tops
Press a button, leave it cool
I done came down, ballin' since preschool
Workin' with the crayons, could've named 'em from Crayola
I done came down, drop top with the Motorola in my folder, sayin'
I feel like Peter Pan but I don't wear no tights
I was weighin' smoke, a cho be smokin' peace pipe
What?
Uh
Yeah
Pull up in a Wraith
Sittin' on blades
Blood it out the face
We been gettin' paid
Think this shit a game, we gon' jump 'em like a checker
Don't ever disrespect me with the non-profit lecture
He our narrator, I ain't gotta tell a story
When I'm out in Houston, bitch, I'm Robert Horry
I was in the field, you was at the park
You was with the krill, I was with the sharks
Geekin' all night, yeah, but I done came down
Hoppin' off the flight with a brick of Bobby Brown
If a nigga beefin' on the strip, we gon' flank 'em
Go on, put some syrup in them sodas, we gon' drank 'em
Took off in a Benz, pull up in a coupe
We gon' have to spin, put 'em out the loop
Thirty inch rims with the candy paint
Clap my hands two times, made the fifth faint
Clap my hands two times, made the fifth faint
Clap my, clap my hands two times, two times
Clap my, clap my hands two times, two, two
Made 'em two times, fifth, fifth
Made the fifth faint
Two times, two times
Clap my, clap my hands two times
Two, two, made 'em two times
Fifth times, made the fifth faint
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