lirik lagu malc deezy - voodoo (freestyle)
[intro]
marvinbeats
f~ck with draco, you could run it on back streets
[verse 1: c glizzy]
watch yours, cross your t~~th, toe tags and body bags
all we did was come up, tell me why they f~ckin’ mad
creepin’ through your backdoor, prolly while you sleepin’
know what it is, b~tch, it’s jack boy season
one, two, three, uh, no opps in here
all my n~ggas with it, yeah, they got choppers and sticks, uh
one, two, three, uh, four, five, six, uh
all my n~ggas with it, they got them choppers and sticks, uh
ten glocks in the party
eleven n~ggas with me, yeah, we like to party
twelve n~ggas with me, they gon’ put you in your sh~t, uh
thirteen, that’s the clip, but extension, that’s the d~ck, uh
i was ridin’ with my n~ggas, ridin’ in the stolo
and i like that nine but i don’t f~ck with tony romo
i was wearin’ the glock, yeah, i had my n~ggas with mе
f~ck a hundred, keep it a buck fifty
baby, if you with me, let mе know, is you ridin’?
this a freestyle so i’m still f~ckin’ slidin’
already know lil’ thot, baby, i be glidin’
uh, uh, yeah, know i be glidin’
cottonmouth in that booth to my left
got a bad b~tch, she left lookin’ like a f
already know, b~tch, don’t care about myself
i’ma, uh, with a, ah, and that, ooh, ooh, there
all my n~ggas with it, yeah, yeah, ayy
all my n~ggas with it, yeah, yeah, ayy
this a freestyle, lil’ n~gga, yeah, yeah
get in, b~tch, uh, yeah
freestyle, yeah (ooh), all my n~ggas with it
[verse 2: malc deezy & c glizzy]
juvenile mindset, run up on you quick
mind on the cheese, give a f~ck about a b~tch
that lil’ trigger, i’ma squeeze, watch an old man get slit
sniper boys, pull up on my n~ggas, we’re the sh~t
thinkin’ that you real, you are really counterfeit
n~gga, what’s your deal, uh, uh, i’ll split
ayy, give a f~ck about a b~tch
ayy, n~gga, i’m the sh~t
ayy, i’m the sh~t
no, i’m not number two, but, n~gga, i’m the sh~t
ayy, you could suck my f~ckin’ d~ck (ayy, ayy)
ayy, i’m freestyle’ in this b~tch (ayy, ayy)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, jump
[verse 3: c glizzy]
drive the range rover and that b~tch stolen
all my n~ggas with me, yeah, we like pokin’
and i got them plays, h~ll yeah, there’s motion
i was just a juvenile, i was l!ckin’, i was scorin’
momma was a crackhead, h~ll, not a lie, ho
i ain’t never go, yeah, you bang dead flies, uh (yeah)
[veres 4: malc deezy]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, dead flies
bad blood in my body, boy, this sh~t get violent
i got green on my plate like i’m on a diet
told ’em, “don’t scream,” told them folks to keep quiet
these n~ggas lookin’ for me but i ain’t hidin’
these n~ggas talkin’ sh~t, but i don’t buy it
if a n~gga ever said he touch me then he lyin’
this sh~t hit so easy, n~gga, i cannot retire
spittin’ sh~t in the booth like i’m michael myers
all my n~ggas tote pistols, all i gotta say is, “fire”
all my n~ggas tote pistols, boy, you wished i was a liar
makin’ so much heat i be p~ssin’ on the fire
[outro: c glizzy]
ayy, ayy, ayy, f~ck you doin’, b~tch?
man, you trippin’
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