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Wow Freestyle
Jay Rock Feat. Kendrick Lamar
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Ayy K. Dot
Yeah, yeah
Can we get it how we used to get it
Like when Top had the red Charger?
Can we get it how we used to get it
Like when Top had the red Charger?
Can we get it how we used to get it?
Cap on, and I got racks on
Spent four nights in the country I like
Then I take my rich ass back home
Blow so bright, I could make make moonlight
See this ain't like your pheromones
Blew one, big gun, bare tone
Who won? We won, yeah, holmes
We old school like Capitol
My old school made doctor note
My old school made hard knock
Black on black, my coupe and strap
I ain't balling on the hard tops
I told y'all to call Top, now my number call blocked
I don't miss, I call shot
Hol' up, yeah
Cap on and I got racks on (And I got racks on)
And I produced that diesel
I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy)
Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you
You ain't got a backbone (You ain't got, hol' up)
I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase
Whoa, this so fucking dope, I might catch a fed case
Whoa, you ain't getting money, nigga, then you dead weight
Whoa, got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate
Whoa, we go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe
Whoa
Cap on, and I got racks on
Don't be bitter, you're dope
They reconsider that shit, be stepped on
Eastside Johnny way out that project
But then I get my rep on
Fuck your feeling, no question bitch
I kill it, I bring that check home
We old school like domino
My old school made lawyers know
My old school a match box
Black on black, bad bitch in the back
We ballin' on a hard top
Dot told y'all to call Top
Now my number call blocked
We don't miss, we call shots, swervin'
I pay 'em no mind mind because I curve 'em
She said I look way better in person
I told her I do better when I'm workin'
You scared motherfucker, go to churches
Right back in this bitch, take a flick
Hoe, what's happening (Yeah)
We don't politic money clip, like it's fashion (Yeah)
Me and Rock go back like, flipping matresses
Me and Dot go back like knocking addresses
Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on
Lil' man mad, don't wanna go bad on
Big kickstand fold out, when you lack on
You ain't no man, you a mouse in a rat hole
I hold band, whole stack, that's factual
Call Big Ten on a island bashful
Fuck your plane, I'ma burn that castle
Fuck that clan, I'ma burn that task force
It's sick murder when I say go
Hoppin' out that van with a black ski mask
And a great big murder when I say go
Man, I took my chance, and I paint like that
Let' see how further it might go
And it just might hurt you when I go
And my name might curse you when I go
Bitch
In God we trust
Fear no man, but in God we trust
Both palm in hand, prayin' I stay up
I know you try your best but it's not like us
Wow, oh you say you got a bad one
Wow, I can tell you never had one
Wow, we back to back acting manie
Wow, East-side Johnny going stupid, stupid, stupid
Wow
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