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C I T R U S. F R E E S T Y L E ft. ROCKET & BABYSETH Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
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and all our new color sets here in the studio were designed with that in mind
YUHH
go take a turn I'ma flip shit. Wiping my sweat cause I'm feeling real tempted
Work out the dick cause you don't got a fit bit gone get a bag i'm not scratching a quick pick
Brody told me I'm a beast and he meant it Haters on me i'll be running like lint bits
Promises broken like old incentives Eat everything like a beat be a riblet
Flow be so nasty like smelling some chitlins , running this shit till my mother fucker shin
Splint lint in my pocket I'm feeling relentless
Walk out the maze and they losing their interest She want the I and the D independent
Know I'm a king watch her more to a empress She throw it back like a loan with interest
Heavily tied in a motive to sin less Down in the trenches
Hate be a sick pest Demons be shooting
I got a thick fist Stacking my digits
I gotta invest I got ideas
My brain a Pinterest Could get annoying like bugging an insect
Engulf of tahini I lit up my whole chest
Fingers they linger they crawl out the crest Everything sane I'm not plotting to flex
If they not hating you not up next I am a sun and you watching it set
If you wanna win just become a rex I am a T this the dino effect
Mary Jane got Peter holding his breath That's really me in the future
the ganja asking Why do you smoke me less
Stress be foul I'm thanking the refs Yeah, yeah I'm watching my steps
Yeah, yeah Smoking the weed
No I'm gon' plead I'm with the trees
Not a monkey I got the keys
Straight to the chest It's not Fortnite
I'm pressing the beat That be the PS5
I'm on the 8-mile high Smoking the blunt
On the 8-mile bitch Put all my feelings
They straight in the pile Wait, I'm going wild
This is my style R.I.P. R.M.I
I'm on with shit my kind Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it ride out You, you, let it ride out
You, you, yeah
There are so many much more colorful characters around here than this report