Freeway

Freeway - I Can Hear Sweat lyrics

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Feat. Girl Talk & Jadakiss

(Verse)

Three niggas, two lines a piece, we just tryna eat,

So we find the beef, we are the streets, my nifty young are from there

Coco, beware, we will check your dog in his beak

Trap niggas make rap niggas fuck police

Sweep the retched, make out-struck and call for peace

I even phone flex, set it for you, wild jeezy

Whillin' in the streets till the day they release Pete

Freezin' the bock, king of the rep, start the pop heaters

The get a lot to get a lot, the rap game, some say I am not sane

Those that know me say Freezer, you have not changed

Even thirtiy changed from gettin' mockpit, you still a heater

Trap star freezer, squeeze off ninas, wassasame, you was readin' books, by time (???)

Nickel nine foyer, trouble if you try to interrupt us while we hustle

You will leave here a bleeder

Short senorita, a fable: she's a cheater

Part time wife, one time dick eater

Niggas tryna tweep, run up on my teep

We don't only sing it, we bring it where you sleep

(Hook x2)

I can hear sweat x10

Tricklin' down ya cheek

(Verse)

Sweat tricklin' down ya cheekers, designed to fear

(Symbolizin' yo time is near)

Expect yo ling when the toaster is right here

Objects in the mirror closer than they appear

He don't even know that we peepin' him thru the scope

Cold scared to see his heart beatin' right thru his coat

Goin' dirty and puttin' a .30-.30 right thru his throat

It's the finest till Diddy, let'm premiere it in the fall

We are coming outta the sky, bearing our song

I recommend you keep some pawbearers on call

King pills usually get a mirror on the wall

Rappin' niggas get a couple candles, and that's all

The similar the parrot, the shoe fits, wear it!

Money in the bank, pakistan tryna err it

One clip, two niggas want it, let 'em share it

All you niggas sweatin'. I can see it, I can hear it

(Hook x2)

I can hear sweat x10

Tricklin' down ya cheek

(Verse)

All eyes on me, nigga, all eyes on me x2

Today I push the beamers, 7-50, what I use to want the GX3

Want the GX#, I spend the gift like saint Nick

Nickel this like est, shout out to EST

The niggas tryna spew me, can't find me, can't play me

Like a BS3

Pluck one's ready to die, you ain't got that life to let us be

Lil' nigga betta let us be

Thank the effort, but I gotta advertise for destruction

Motherfuckers betta let us eat

You betta know we eat vegetarian and get to the lett-uce

End up the jam so I pick up the realest

Back in 98' I had to stick to Connaka

Afford a slip of reppa, betta let us eat

Remember the time that I was gone till November?

The cops (???), they wouldn't let us free

I remember when the people wouldn't let us sit

Not the people won't let us breathe

Won't let us breathe, I remember when the people wouldn't let us come

When the people won't let us leave

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