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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoCheese and Dope Freestyle
Everybody doin' that Cheeseand Dope Challenge on Instagram, that's funnyYou not trolling me with that shit? (What?)Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah)Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitchI'm better, bitch, I'm betterI do better, I do better, I do better, I do betterYou wanna fight? You wanna fight?You wanna fight? You wanna fight?Juice Mayweather, Juice MayweatherJuice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha)Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the wayI used to hit them licksI was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shitPull up on the scene with the chopper, like: DamnNigga shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitchAll I know is get the cash and stack ityeah, after I make you flipSmokin' on dope, smokin' on dopesellin' that dope, I'm in the trapUsed to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my labFifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my houseBut if you was tweakin', fuck itload that clip when I kick you outI got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dopeI got P's, coke, and some killers at the doorNiggas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoesI'm just poppin' like a wheelielike Meek Milly on a go, ayyOff of the molly, I'm a whole different personSnakes in the grass, but I see the serpentRun up on me, I get to murkin'Gun is a bird, It get to chirpin'Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm prettyI say: I'm prettier in person, ooh, ayyI thank God every day, he bless me, this discernmentI see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uhMy eyes are like camerasand I see it from different angles, uh, ayyRun up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayyBoy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeahI got a pocket rocket, huh, ayyProject Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uhHit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' itI never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section AUp universe park, that's where I was atthat's where we fuckin' stayed, ayyWe was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayyNiggas in Rosen, ay, ay, gettin' that money, ayy, ayyOver ease up in the streets, actin' grimey, ayy, ayyI ain't Thug, but some my niggas'll get real slimey, ayyHuh, . 40 with that 30, I deserve itI'm ballin' for that greenI'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shitNiggas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm CurryWhippin', whippin', flippin' chickensHarold's to the churchesNiggas know what's up with mein the kitchen with the cutleryBallin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, pleaseGet the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up 'yo setDroppin' sets, loading Tec'sHit your face and yo' neckBitch, I'm ballin', don't need reboundsI'm dunkin' on the bitchUp in school, I couldn't do no workI was flunking in that bitchHigh as fuck, off the Xans, sleep in class, fuck the workMatter fact, after class, I was probably selling workI had Addy's for the 30, I had Vyvanse for the 10I had all types of Xans, I used to pass that to my friendsWho get high up beside lunchafter that, probably skip schoolI was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uhUsed to leave the burbs, go back to the cityGun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty RickyYou get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweetMask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or TreatAll these hoes wanna fuck on methey can't get dick for freeMatter fact, can't get dick at all'cause these bitches ain't for meThey be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna schemeIf a bitch tryna set my brothers upmight leave her on the scene, uhSee, my gun is bisexualit also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexualSee, bitch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestalI'm just like Kiss or sum'I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'
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