Thursday, March 3, 2011
Nessquick - Trap Star Freestyle (Originally Young Jeezy)
Hey whats up everyone, I've loved this song since it came out, so i had to spit on it. No dissrespect to Jeezy at the end there haha. Sub, comment, and like if you love good lyrics. Peace and one love. ________________________________________ Just tell your fam to expect me at the ceremony, In the rover with the fuckin speakers blarin homie, No conscience, bitch I'm stone cold hearted, No nonsense, with the 44's guarded, I gotta hustle, J say you cant knock it dude (Jay-z, cant knock the hustle) Less than 5 tracks with more hits than a boxer do, (you tube hits) Heavyweight, haymakers? know I throw it harder, Own about a thousand horses call me doughin' farmer (haymakers, horses = 1000 horsepower) I keep a clear flag cause fuck it I don't rep nobody, We improvise it bitch, fuck it I don't prep nobody, Rollin up, got the 50. And the vest is on, Ready for whatever fuck a club we get our messy on, I'm spillin brains on the range and on the fuckin forces, We keep it clean, so I switch it to the fuckin porches, Rolex, diamonds stackin till its fallin off, Pop a bottle chug half then make a Molotov, I throw it over hope you catch it like you got a spotter Now you catchin fire homie I'm the one that's getting hotter, Stackin chips like I own the whole damn casino, Great but never caught a break bitch, Dan Marino, I get to grippin while you mothafuckas sippin up, Catch you when your slippin, spillin blood its cause im crippin up (bloods, crips) Not reppin though I leave you lookin ...
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