Stronger Freestyle lyrics

by

Daft Punk


[Intro]
I still rep A-P-T's, I still rep Triple C's
I still live home, I still love ghetto in the southern hood
Poe Boy, yeah, y'all look out for Mail on Sunday
Album coming soon

[Verse]
Hey, now don't send me to my grave
Can only make Flo Rida whip a traffic Kanye
That's alright, I be on facts, my bladder like R. Kelly's
Oh yeah, I'm p*ssed off
Shakira lost my baby, I told her not to belly dance
I'm still a big Pac hype when you belly fan
The game finna smell me like muscles in a can
That's spent in my jeans, pop eye to sell a man
They [?], the Louiе tenant when I tell a man
So put thе fan in the window, ghetto veteran
Get Mail on Sunday, you can ask David Letterman
Cheddar man, weatherman, get me, look who rain, girl
I make it rain elegance, I know you don't want peanuts
Hello Serena Venus, my clique allergic to p*nis
The Bentley bird up, you seen us, we ball like Gilbert Arenas
I'm here to sell out arenas, six bougie women and Beamers
I push the late with the Beamer, I still remember Katrina
It make me stronger, Red Bull for [?]
'Cause death around the corner, ain't a game like Gallagher
Good times when lonely in the hood, I'm out it
Ain't trying to be in a coma, karmas 'cause I'ma bone this
Tony Roma's the bonest, trying to hang with the chosen
Five Jones, I'm chosen, shots of patron and low chase, it's lonely
I spit it through the wire to fire, no liar, I'ma riot, mine, homies
[Outro]
I still rep A-P-T's, I still rep Triple C's
I still live hood, I still love ghetto in the southern hood
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