FREE MELVIN Freestyle *Montreality* lyrics

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Ain't tryna get in my feelings but damn, but damn
What's goin' on bro I thought you was fam, was fam
And you mad at me 'bout a b*tch Instagram, God damn
Got me like "what the f*ck wrong with him"
Tryna beef over some pus*y that's funny, that's funny
Can't believe that ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act that ho pus*y better be squirtin' out money
Platinum, diamond, rose gold, paying your bills, or something
But it's okay I understand you just couldn't keep it a hundit'
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that di*k in her stomach
I can't be beefin' 'bout these b*tches bruh this sh*t gettin' old
Knowin' damn well that pus*y plastic but you treat it like gold
They be showin' me that these n*ggas ain't real, ain't real
Get caught up with that time they gon' squeal, gon' squeal
These b*tches ain't sh*t, these n*ggas ain't real, ain't real
That's why I'm screaming "f*ck how you feel"
What's goin' on bro I heard you was trippin', was trippin'
I can't believe it f*cked up my vision until it came to my surprise one of my whodie's sneak dissin'
Aha-ahaha
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