Correction Lyrics Tell Me Freestyle by Freddie Gibbs

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Lyrics

Kane train, baby
Yeah
Yeah

Crushed glass knuckles like I'm Van-Damme
Black boy twirlin’ white girls, save the last dance
Mothaf**k the 'Gram, I had a bag before the hashtag
b*t*h about to get her booty done, she livin' half-ass
I started juggin’ off a half-slab
Watchin' Bout it, Bout it, P and Bob servin' out the cab
I'm a dog about it, once I'm in it, can't get out my bag
I can't keep a b*t*h 'cause they keep bringin’ sh*t up out the past

Yeah, Glock full, f**k a semi now
b*t*h I rep the East Virginia streets, them killers with me now
Bet they feel me ’til they kill me now
I got shooters every city now
We pull up in somethin' tinted out
Bullets go through bricks, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my b*t*hes close, she ain’t f**kin' I threw her sister out

Yeah-yeah, had a bag 'fore the hashtags
James Brown jammin' on the glass, save the last dance
Almost lost my eye that n***a past got that n***a stabbed
Signed my publishin’, I copped the nine, peaced with my advance
Trickin off on Erica with my advance
I can't make it last cuz she keep bringin' sh*t up out the past
I just had a baby, livin' crazy with my dog ass
Baby mama drama on my collar it be all bad

Pockets full, n***as winnin' now
Pink slips, jumpin' out the whips, nothin' rented now
Bet they feel me 'til they kill me now
I got b*t*hes every city now
We pull up in somethin' tinted out
Bullets go through brick, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my b*t*hes close, she ain't f**kin', I threw her sister out

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Had a bag 'fore the hashtags
Crushed glass, knuckles, Van-Damme, save the last dance
Lawyer took my money, devil's advocate, my advance
I cannot move on if I keep bringin' sh*t up from the past

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