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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big, this mother hard
Freedom motherfucking Miller, man
Long live the guy, man
You know I'm standing on this shit correctly, man
If I was a millionaire, I'd probably still a pull it
Man, them niggas just talking, that shit sound good
He ain't laid in, not nobody bushy
He ain't talking no numbers, just you on the plug
'Cause you tryna get 'em for cheap
He ain't finessing no niggas, just on the homeboy
'Cause you was just quick on your feet
Hear what I'm tryna tell you, this shit here for real
It gotta be eating out on you
Ain't no one man stay up for 23 hours a day
That shit got lonely, yeah
I was missing my niggas and missing my bitches
I learned how to chill and relax
Man, that hard-ass rack got me tossing and turning
That shit starting to fold my back
But I'm clutching this rocket, I hope he don't try
When he talk, I kill like a rottie
This shit getting out of pocket, drunk high as a tiger
And Ray J got booked for a body, yeah
Shit'll get violent, you falling in dorm
But nah, they ain't nothing like Kylie
Since you might have to sweat, just get you some red
This shit gon' test you, you silent
But I'm rolling with demons that spark for no reason
Playing, he act like a Pringle
Shawty talking, she singing, ready to mingle
But she here to turn like Felicia, yeah
Stay off the list whenever I speak
She say I put down like a tissue
I'ma teach her a lesson, you sneeze, I'ma bless you
But nah, they ain't nothing like no pretzel
Switching lanes in a foreign, this shit, it got boring
I got some more shit to be doing
When she eat off the dish, show off for the camera
Think she shooting off porn, yeah
Told her she never had a nigga like me
Her last little dude was a bum
Manipulated her mind, she thinking she mine
I know she ain't really that dumb
Ho, she ain't really that stupid
If I was a millionaire, I'd probably still a pull it
Man, them niggas just talking, that shit sound good
He ain't laid in, not nobody bushy
He ain't talking no numbers, just you on the plug
'Cause you tryna get 'em for cheap
He ain't finessing no niggas, just on the homeboy
'Cause you was just quick on your feet
Hear what I'm tryna tell you, this shit here for real
It gotta be eating out on you
Ain't no one man stay up for 23 hours a day
That shit got lonely, yeah
Missing my niggas and missing my bitches
I learned how to chill and relax
Man, that hard-ass rack got me tossing and turning
That shit starting to fold my back
Shit starting to quote my spine
I'm in some fat weight, it fire shots in a hundred
Got power like Golden Titanic
No, I ain't dodging no ramps, too fat to be running
I'm swinging this whip like a monkey
We on that gang, the flipper pull up with that thing
My jungle, you know how he coming
You think I'm a trampoline, why you say that?
'Cause I hit the block and that bitch get to jumping
That rerun is bad like a rerun
Put the squeeze on her, I treat her like a Capri Sun
Twenty-one shot like I'm Dion
When we speak on them boys, we hit up 'bout three of 'em
We hit the street like a band
With choppers and drones, they knowing how we come
Four fingers, two twists in the middle
We ain't even gotta say it, they knowing where we from
If I was a millionaire, I'd probably still a pull it
Man, them niggas just talking, that shit sound good
He ain't laid in, not nobody bushy
He ain't talking no numbers, just you on the plug
'Cause you tryna get 'em for cheap
He ain't finessing no niggas, just on the homeboy
'Cause you was just quick on your feet
Hear what I'm tryna tell you, this shit here for real
I'm Freedom motherfucking Guy, man