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lirik lagu nextweeksca$h - spitta freestyle

[verse 1]
i’m on a wayne type beat
i’ma beat it up like its roast beef
i’m on my way to the top
the journey’s a bit too steep
went 3 days in the studio, no sleep
i stay up in the night like a thief
i stay posted up on yo doorstep like a wreath
r.i.p. my homie jj rest in peace
i’m still in my greens on gta
when i come home i’m f~ckin your bae
said you had one wish like ray j
my wishes came true
got so many benjamins you’d think i was a jew
next weeks cash is all we accrue
just woke up, it’s noon, i’m on my way to the stu’
yo b~tch got a long ass nose lookin’ like gru
been rappin for a d~mn month and i’m already better than you
i told you i’m just spittin
the fire type like a litten
i’m too hot, better have on your oven mittens
she in awe with the lyrics i’ve written
i get hotter than fried chicken
just give me a beat and i’ll start spittin, like a r~t~rd
gated community, get off my yard
ain’t f~ck witchu like nard
when i touch the beat, i’m goin’ hard
no fiction straight facts
bars will strike you like a throwing axe
walked in and dropped 50k in sacks
duffle bags full of racks
fmjs paired with the mac
came up sellin’ crack
from the duval streetz you kno i had to dash
spark the beat like a match
let all the smoke out, open the hatch
i get cash like johnny
and go hard like ronny
hit her ass with my stick like hockey
[bridge]
the trapezoid
y’all kno what time it is
nextweeksca$h
we in this b~tch
rather be in the b~tch
than outside the b~tch
cause, you know
coronavirus and sh~t
not tryna catch that sh~t
so i’m posted up in the bedroom
aka the stu
aka the batcave
spittin flames
may 22nd
mark yo d~mn ass calendars and get ready
this is the spittin’ freestyle
you said one more verse?
ight, ight
i got it

[verse 2]
black and orange diamonds like tigger
in the night, i see a tall standing ass figure
don’t know what to expect
so grab my gun, i should, i figured
got a hand on the barrel and a finger on the trigger
hallucinating as f~ck, i’m standing in the mirror
covid~19, i can’t serve but i’ll deliver
real beef don’t exist anymore
y’all artificial sending disses on twitter
told y’all i like my girls like my pop tarts, cinnamon brown sugar
i shut yo ass up like a zipper
then i f~ck yo sister
and if your hoe look better than shrek
i might just d~mn well kiss her
bought a house and it came with some strippers
i’ma keep going even if this ain’t a hit cause i ain’t a quitter
i’m a star in the sky like big dipper
i might bend your wife over and dip in her
the crowd goes insane when the buildin’ i enter
i go ape on a beat, call me harambe
i’ll spin yo ass out just like some clay
keep my name out your mouth
y’all p~ssies some kind of g~y
you can catch me on a private yacht eatin’ out the buffet
pockets filled with owners of slaves

- lirik lagu nextweekscah

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