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Gilbere Forte
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Say So Freestyle
I'll be that smelly mother fucker, dripped in town [?] [?]clocks to wake a nigger form a snore [?]laced up, Alexander McQueen [?] Wash and let [?]from over seas At the spa serving alligators swimming from New Orleans [?]Peregrino polish like a casino [?]I'm feeling like [?] The colour green can bring a nigger to his dreams [?]that should never be seen Analyse the money but never making the cream Living on life trying to find out where I'll be. [?]my memories for [?] I ain't never winning [?]you see pork on my sandwich? The only way out of life is all the time that you vanish Death usually come with a smell, why would you panic? Yeah! Don't ever bite the hand that feeds you, nigger [?]check the sleeves on a nigger That type of fam that don't see pictures I never chase pussy, I just keep 'em on the middle. The greatest gift is not knowing what God would get you The cost eleven is only a bigger issue I can't believe you niggers! Dressing like each other like fuck you're third cous Straight discussing like a side way robber Someone's cope rappers really be undercover. From the suburbs living fairy-tales like niggers in the cup-burbs Real niggers supporting the local dealers Sweet tooth, ice tea, all type top killers Rapping for my niggers [?]I know they feel it Fly city am I blunt, for me to ever spill it? Yeah! Survivor of the realest, the realest! [?]my daddy told me fuck that Benz, fuck a [?] We only ride the best, so what you ride you better kill it And tell that nigger stay upon forty on my skelet You got the juice now! [?]for my town! When the time comes I'm canning a goose down! I'm in the studio getting blunt Getting high of my black soul every song Feeling pops spirit and my lyrics riding home Seat back, back seat, [?]pillows on. Crank into a Rufus riding for the fuck of it [?]while she suck a dick. Best to give it here while she [?] A mountain high looking down from the [?]slope Sand in my toes, sleep walking on the [?] My competition is never scary I fought smoke. If you don't fucking go, I'm a jack you I'm tired to burn for you niggers, forgot how much my sack holds. Get of my dick!
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