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lirik lagu p.y.g - freestyle

[intro: lil wayne]
brrr, yes
somebody gon’ — tonight
and you already know that pimpin’
aye, it’s cash money records, man, a lawless gang

[verse 1: t.snap]
i’m a young gunner (young gunner)
from the peckyside (peckyside)
if sh-t pops off, ringing off my 9 (ring it out)
i be cutting sh-t down kinda like the white
young termz on my left young sykez on my right (young sykez)
n-ggas know my team are fully g-ssed (yes)
young sykez, young gunna and mad brants (brants)
i can’t, forget my other dawgs
young termz and little f-cking taz
this rap ting, imma master it (master)
imma soon be the young f-cking hardest (yes)
when i say, my n-gga shot boom (shot boom)
i ain’t talking about that sh-t in the market (nah)
free my dawg young gunna and young spen (young gunna)
pyg, f-ck the rest of them (f-ck the rest of them)
got couple dawgs around my bits
taz and dej and my n-gga fem (n-gga fem)

[verse 2: ounce]
08, a lot of sh-ts going down (going down)
the foods here, freshly cut from the towns
the phone rings, i’m shotting up swerving ’round
gwops a big issue so i break it up and serve it out (grinding)
n-ggas stunting, acting like they rolled up (acting)
but it’s not the same case when i roll up (stunters)
ask [?] if he’s down when i fold up
he said imma get the tray you should know cuz (you should know)
you can ask why i love the 6 6 so much
it’s ‘cus i’ve done a lot of dirt with it
make some n-ggas hurt with it (hurt)
shank in my palm when i showed up
free it up, time to throw my links ‘cus the pros done
but in the mixup i’ve got a few g’s that will pitch yah (jheez)
in another words end your life mister
pitch your index scratch on my finger
revenge is a must, like scarf from [?]
n-ggas talking, you can get your lips cut

[verse 3: y.size]
from early i’ve been doing (early) this ting (ting)
we’ve been lowkey, i ain’t tryna hit up the bin
certified money man you know i’m getting it in
rider when it comes to beef you know i’m letting it ring (brraa)
keep you busy on the motorway
don’t you what heard of the bin (bin)
pecky man a (up, up, up), a, a town soon get sprayed up (brra)
i’m a made man
half of you pr-cks on road are just, made up (gas up)
and the difference is, is that my trade bucked (bucked)
and i’ve got this pro game locked, like a safe bruv (locked)
when i’m on road, chaining it out
all you p-ssies, keep your chains tucked
and i know a lot of n-ggas hate (little haters)
so me any bad face (bad face), you will get blazed up (‘eadshot)
i’m not coming off the roads until i’m caked up
hollowtip hits brains, hit brats, hit aims (hit aims), l!ck a p-ssy with a dead brain (dead brain)

[verse 4: y.sykez]
money’s on my mind (paper)
murder’s in my hand
sykes told me get my p’s that’s my f-cking plan (plan)
phone josh up, that’s my right hand (f-cking n-gga)
clipped onto my pants, that’s where my knife hands (knife)
pecky young guns, that’s my f-cking gang (the f-cking squad)
if sh-t heats up, ounce will let the ting bang (blow)
benzino, fresh out the f-cking can
imma bout to leave this booth, hit pecks then g-ngb-ng

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