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Freekey Zekey
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Beat Without Bass
Lil' Wayne: I got my capital S-wagger up, ya dig Young Money, Cash Money, Dipset Byrdgang Where the team at (Welcome To Dipset baby)
Verse 1 Lil' Wayne: Okay my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard they say 'Weezy make it rain' I said 'Bitch I ain't god' But I am God's son but you know I ain't Nas See he got a positive aim and I aim nines Man Lil' Weezy got a style that even I can't find Man some shit just be so hard I be like that line ain't mine And if that is under a gram than that line ain't mine And if you niggaz talkin' war, well bitch it's combat time Hey, I take three L's to the head Love, live, life, and I'm dead Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is And if I ain't good lookin' you can bet my bitch is I done made it off Apple Street Like it was 2300 Jackson Street Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em Where the fuck is Robin Leach when you need him A rich nigga can't even buy freedom That's why I give my white bitches everything but freedom I do my white bitches anything but beat 'em And if they like rat poison, then I'ma feed 'em I'm... so phisticated Fresh from Antarctica, my wrist just made it I'm rich bitch, I ain't broke no more But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor Weezy, I'm 'bout my cream like a smore You old ass rappers better stay on tour You're like 44, I got a .44 I'm 24, I can murk you and come home when I'm 44
Hook Freekey Zeekey: What's a beat without bass Chain hangin' to the dick nigga all them diamonds in the face A homie get in Dips space then I'ma show 'em .38s When we ride this 25, scrapin' dat raw base yeah (Repeat)
Verse 2 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Jha 'Jha: Dade County get it girl 5 riders wit' it girl You don't want no problems, don't you know we ridin' wit' it girl Dudes love me, say I got a hell of a swag See me hoppin' out them Coupes, Benz's, Bentley's, and Jags With Balindsyaga bags and some lil' skimpy shit Got a lil' bittty ass so they focus on my tits It's the jewels that I wear, and the gleam on my wrist And she rock her real hair, run ya fingers through this shit I am something like a shit Any nigga I will pimp Ya ain't got my money honey hit him wit' a hollow tip See Freekey is crazy, insane, and hazy And that's my big brotha so do not try to play me It's gon' be some'n shawty, the Set is in the buildin' Throw yo' B's up shawty, Patron is in my system And that sweet stuff shawty, the zone is what I get 'em When I'm geeked up homie, yeah
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Verse 3 Freekey Zeekey: This is how we ride, so high, drunk drive Got the pistol-grip get 'em gangstas ballas We them chedda-makin' villians, shorty give me ride Got a big Mossberg and it fire from the shells make you stop, drop, and pop it Cock the hammers, send the rocket, blow a socket I won't stop it, Go-Go Rocket, hit your body or in bocket Toys pocket, sort of profit off his top and call them Gnostic Take the profits, stack our toppers, don't get popped And get to shoppin', nuthin' less than 20 dog, we call 'em birdies We call 'em big Shucky-Duckies, we grizzlies, you tellie tubbies Get busy with heavy money, you shitty, prolly all funky You prolly some type of junkie I'll probably sold you the monkey Listen fall back dick, you don't wanna get stripped You don't wanna see the Dips straight fuck yo' bitch You don't wanna see your jaw cracked, barrel from the Smith That pain'll make your body twitch, the world'll hear you saying 'AY' Freekey
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