Freestyle

The lyrics I wrote to it So I'm back to the ring, it's just kind my thing Lived, lost in a pack of some diamond rings (Bless you) Niggas try, you ain't a Vatican Never try to be me, never hang the gang (Woah) long time, hadn't hop a beat Bless heart, she was dead at the stamp, o feet That is it, bitch, put that beat, repeat Aurbee new to this game, give my host the speech So I'm like, one time, break down Niggas had the whole town Preaching, yeah these preachers are Vatican's at the cross town Yeah, pop a whole face, my name In a whole state It's cute, yeah, can't deny if I'm running up your whole day The queens of the past gonna love today Bring my old self if I'm lost in (nay) It's wicked how hard you had to feel, to watch the girl you love licking up his heel (Woah), Ass shots, badass thoughts to me Don't bring a hoe up when you talk to me I'ma a lover of the green wave and that's not free If your bitch gets jealous, hang her up a tree (Bree) #extrasong