Still Bangin (Freestyle)
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Nigga, you know the routine Bitches is sayn I'm too mean Women are sayn I'm too clean New sweatsuit, new kicks and new jeans New work, new block and new fiends Playin' Biggie and Pac My nigga, I clock G's I told 'em niggas that I'm used to pain I was Dope Boy Fresh before the boosters came We might have the same guns, but they don't shoot the same I still bang and I used to bang Got a pretty ass bitch that'll booth the king I kill the mic and leave the booth on flames Fuck you and yo ice Fuck around and take all yo life If my dick get harder, oughta call yo wife Run and kill yo army, take all yo stripes Lemme switch it, my nigga, I get wicked Ask who's betta than me and hear crickets Ignorant and prolific, we can kick it Pick a spot and stick it I ain't fuckin' with niggas that's not with it They say I look at the gun like I'm a critic Yeah, I luv these shits They got me lookin' at the bands like I luv these flips Got a bag full of shrooms, yeah I luv these trips Calm down, stay cool, go ______(?) Milk gun, I can drown 'em if a pool close I can break every bone if a tool close Yeah, type of shit I think No ice, no chaser, type of shit I drink 100 keys, 100 guns, type of shit I link If he blink, put his brain a sink And we wash him, we mobbin', nigga You starvin', any type of beef You know that my heat squashin' Come fuck with the meat market It's the hardest, nigga, I need tar pits Yeah!
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