Freestyle [Famous Animal TV] lyrics

by

Real Boston Richey



[Intro]
Ddot cold as a motherf*cker, on God

[Verse 1]
n*ggas want that smoke, send 'em youngins, f*ck it bombs away
Cut her out cause she ain't f*cking, in this b*tch [?]
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap over Section 8
Know your n*gga cap I like your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a n*gga with his ass out, then that n*gga played
n*ggas having straps and waving blicks like it's a damn parade
I'm the type of n*gga I up my blick, b*tch you know I spray
I'm the type she love to beat the pus*y, b*tch you know I stay
You the type your b*tch f*ck another n*gga, you gon kill the b*tch
I'm the type go back to the drop boy [?]
Ain't gone lie I was in my feelings, doggy, but only a little bit
Forgot 'bout the b*tch, my nеw b*tch came through, ate it up, whoevеr is
Natural b*tch ain't got no BBL, but that sh*t jiggling
n*gga you broke as f*ck, I'm laughing to the bank, I'm giggling
Bullets hit him up, he would react like he tickling
Shoot his beam up [?]

[Verse 2]
I'm a dog as n*gga, but she love lil boss because I listen
Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishing
Baby I'm like your momma, wash 'em down, just like I'm doing dishes
b*tch I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leaving, b*tch I'mma [?]
Real n*gga in the [?]
Baby girl I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity
Come through [?] everytime she mad at me
Keep a couple shooters 'round, for them n*ggas that's after me
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