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lirik lagu logic - gaithersburg freestyle

[intro: djbossplayer, c dot castro & logic]
suicide my doors, f~ckin’ all these hoes (yo, they call me djbossplayer)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (the hottest dj in college park history)
suicide my doors, f~ckin’ all these hoes (right now, i’m bringin’ you the chosen one out of gaithersburg, maryland)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (eighteen projects over ten years)
suicide my doors, f~ckin’ all these hoes (we’re takin’ it back to the bas~m~nt)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (big lenbo, c dot castro)
suicide my doors, f~ckin’ all these hoes (the one and only 6ix and the motherf~ckin’ goat)
all my chains, they glow, k!llin’ all these shows, yeah (logic, it’s 2011, y’all! yeah, uh)

[verse 1: logic]
back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat
motherf~cker don’t rap indiscreet (back to the— back to the—)
back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat
motherf~cker don’t rap indiscreet
i pack heat, drop bars at u street
float like a genie and i’m droppin’ bars at bohemian
b~tches are here to be screamin’, bobby in the bas~m~nt, dreamin’
me and my homies, we schemin’, tryna get a dollar, we fiendin’, ah
i’m just tryna get it for the ebt, b~tch, real n~ggas never switch
i run the game like a switch, used to bus tables just for the tips
now these b~tches beggin’ me for the tip of my d~ck
watch out, i punch and roll over the kick
i got more stories than sl!ck
i got more stories than rick
motherf~cker, take your pick
[verse 2: c dot castro]
pick me out of that lineup
did the crime, yup, now my time’s up
got out the box and i got in my bag
now all of these bad b~tches try and f~ck
’cause i’m pullin’ up in the “what the f~ck is that?”
comin’ from where i’m from, gotta tuck the strap
knuck if you buck, if you bust, i’m bustin’ back
no one i trust enough, ’cause my love is tapped
say that she want it to last, good luck with that
b~tch, i just want the racks, can’t text you back
’cause my thumbs are too numb, i’ve been thumbin’ through cash
you n~ggas is bums, you rummage through trash
throw a couple ones in your cup, then i dash
i’m one of one, but not the one that you wanna try to run up
run up and i get you done up
when the summer come, you know i’ma sun up
swear i’ma son a son just for the come~up
need another lump, been f~ckin’ these blunts up
looked at the gun just for f~ckin’ my fun up
pumpin’ your gums, motherf~cker, just shut up

[verse 3: big lenbo]
who f~ckin’ with that? i’m ready to bat
all about peace, so i stay with a gat
i stay strapped, but not for no money
i’m takin’ it back, no takin’ it from me
you know it’s a fact, i stay with the honeys
up in that impala, you wanna just holler
i stay with the bread, i stay with the toast
you motherf~ckers out here doin’ the most
we do it for real, you front for the post (yeah)
y’all n~ggas is gross
[verse 4: fat trel & adé]
man, f~ck all that other sh~t that n~gga talkin’ ’bout (talkin’ ’bout)
don’t try to catch me in vic’, i’ma chalk ’em out (blaow)
beefin’ is beefin’, it ain’t sh~t to talk about
i want the smoke, you want the smoke (smoke)
i got a hundred~round drum in the chop’
and this sh~t get to rockin’ when i get the load (brrt)
i might just run up a hundred
and book me a n~gga and really pull up to his show (go)
you n~ggas must be mistaken
the f~ck is you takin’, you thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ me? no (b~tch, no)
i’m with my youngins and we gettin’ money (money)
they sh~t really nothin’, i got it, you want it (phew)
it’s comin’ in bricks
smokin’ three~hundred to ship, i got your house on my wrist (phew)
i’m newly rich, so i might bounce in a minute (minute)
she call me “babe” and i’m in it (in it)
i really get it, all of this money i’m spendin’
i act like this sh~t ain’t no limit (woah)
b~tch, i’m with the gang, i’m rollin’ with gods (gods)
just look in my eyes, you see that i’m high (high)
i’ma roll up with slime (slime), you might see a .9 (.9)
i really come put this fact sh~t on your mind
the sh~t that i’m drinkin’ three~hundred a line
but you gotta suck it, you not even tryin’ (mwah)
meet me in a second, i’m pressin’ for time
hold up, shorty’ boy gon’ go die, b~tch (yeah, hm)
[verse 5: adé]
who real as they come? (who real as they come?)
been here a minute, but still isn’t done
estate won’t be finishin’ k!llin’ the rhyme
can’t handle my business, my feelings are done
came out the mud, so the ceilin’ is none
3~0~1 where i’m from
make a wrong turn, get k!lled with the pump
young adé, they know my name
in 2011, had phil in the front
now i’m in back of the back, my hat to the back
which other half and some ‘yac
she throwin’ it back like manning, i’m plannin’ on givin’ her back
now how you gon’ act? do it too big, can’t minimize that
i live in imacs, i’m gettin’ my scratch
life is a b~tch, make her sit in my lap, i finished my rap

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