Jody Breeze - Uptown Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Ayee, you always talkin always flexin me I'm always strapped with smith and wessons

I tried to tell you I'm the one you testin so fuck you and whoevers in your session

You in your club I hope you brung your Vest in.

Cause when I bust I'm bustin in ya direction blah

No askin questions you can't tell me nothin and so what you like to gang bang

Bitch I do the same stupid sons of bitches hey young jezzy momma sorry your son is a bitch and

That's okay I'm gonna fix him, my killers ain't gon let up tell them niggas with ya

Go head and get wet up

It's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay

You can run and tell them niggas

Come on come on come on come on come on come on

It's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay

You can run and tell them suckas

Come on come on come on come on come on come on

Aye do you remember me I remember you

Boyz N Da Hood sucka they remember too whaddup Duke whaddup Gee whaddup o whaddup G's

Whaddup cell whaddup suite whaddup stone whaddup Gs

Aye but lett me get get get get back down to buisness

This niggas not fuckin with me I promise god is my witness

I must have spared his ass a thousand times never did I mention your name not in a thousand rhymes

But you still wanna play with me shawty where I'm from

You don't play with gs.

Semi automatics, I stay with these

Neva ask to hit your blunt bitch I stay with weed the rap games too easy like my abc's

First time I met you I knew you had a phd haa hater fake gansta you made up

Keep frontin get ate up I'm just tellin you straight up I've been fuckin hoes natural born playa

An I don't know what you think this is you betta get up out my way *cuz*

I neva told nobody bout the time ocean drive you and keysha cole

Remember that I coulda popped ya ass but I didn't wanna explode or expose ya

I know yous a hoe dude this is not no gangsta ya'll them are only pro tools neva had no skills

Does he got ya deal BMF the only reason you appear to be real

But that's okay that's okay who you think your foolin

Every club that we ever hit always took my tool in

Yea I will turn you into sushi and you got yo style from gucci

You on your way out I'm on my way in and all you did was grin when shawty shot yo friend

Now his momma cryn you steady lyin' but I'm gon flip tha script. it's yo mommas time

And I won't say no names like you did when they doin time

That's my partna them that's my partna them I know real bloods I know real crips and you are not one.

That is real shit!