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Jamrock Freestyle Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
See a nigga like me, never gave a fuck
Tell that bitch anything cause I just wanna fuck
Put my money before a hoe cause a nigga want some big bucks
Wanna live in the subs, I be workin' from 9 to 9 grindin' my ass off
Gotta go get it out the mud, when I ride, I move like I'm Big Dawg
Fuck It I need me one of them big ol trucks
When I move, I ride with the 30 so I ain't never slippin
Nigga don't get a twisted, knock a nigga off with the mack, got that 12 on me
Now his partner start screamin' Ricky, hit that lil' hoe from the back
Shawty I'm crazy, got that dick that's gon' make her dizzy
All my partners about that shit, if a nigga play' we gon' pull out them sticky ickys
These niggas be mice, its givin' Mickey, on his head what's the prize, I'm givin' 50
Like a back on that field when it come to a play
I'ma score just cause how I be move the shifty
See I'm on the top floor in a penthouse, bitch I feel like a CEO
If a nigga want smoke, he can see me bro
Stressin' bout a bitch, you really a silly hoe
Gettin' racks, tryna run up a milly though
Real Mexican, feel like Mysterio
Put a hole through his chest like a Cheerio
Then I pull up in all black at the burial
See I really be talkin' that shit like I'm bout it
Or maybe I am bitch who really knows
I don't show who I am till I have to bro
In the cut boy I'm cooler than a mo
I'm a laid back motherfucker, I ain't worried about what your ass doin', I'm gettin' dough
Why you flexin' that bitch, boy she been a hoe
1-800, I call her a rent-a-hoe
Always been a team player, so I'ma pass it to my brother
And we both came from the gutta
But the way that we comin' through, it's like no other
Bout to run it up
Big booty, bright skin, shorty let me fuck
I'ma put it in her gut
These bitches dry as hell, gotta talk to them like I don't give a fuck
Won't love no hoe, they all the same, my heart too cold for me to trust
And that shit just keep on gettin' colder
Pourin' that bubbly up like it's soda
And my prices went up, you don't wanna hear the quota
Got a beam on a stick and it's green like I'm Yoda
Gotta watch who I'm with, I look over my shoulder