Correction Lyrics 5 G’s Freestyle by Spoon

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Well imma start it off like that
n***a out of line imma put him in the hurts
n***a that's scared imma tell him go to church
Get it out the mud, nah I get it out the dirt
You don't want the static, boys better panic
Hop on the mic been known to do damage
No pen, no pad, imma still let them have it
Every hood, every state know that I'm a real savage
All about my bread so a n***a live lavish
Got a lot of hoes, Black, White, Spanish
Vet with the sh*t so the flow automatic
Money in the wall, bricks in the attic
Whole click cause havoc when a n***a on the scene
Whole click got a mission, stack that crеam
Money I got, can't see it in your dreams
Probably shouldn't f**k with a freestyle King
Ask bout mе been running this town
n***as know me been wearing this crown
Ask bout me been running this town
n***as know me been wearing this crown, round

What you know bout winning?
What you know bout, yuh, pushing your limits?
What you know bout having worked for everything you have and seeing the benefits that come with it, sheesh
Been from the bottom, now I’m on my way up
Jealous boys hating, man they can’t say enough
Quit acting tough
Somebody help these boys, they down rough
Always coping my swag, from the numbers, to the names, to the notepads
If the shoe fits, wear it, getting all mad
Damn, boys really down bad, they really down bad
Hahaha
Yuh, I got the block on lock, and I do it how I do it, 'cause these kids is so foolish, and you love it how I do it
And I’m going so clean, and these brokes want my bling
Can’t say a damn thing, know I leave em in the streets
Have em all say sheesh, only know one girl who finna ride with me
That’s on God, boy you know we finna have a mob
Got the 7 in my name, got the 7 in my Glock
Got the 7 on my side, got the 7 in surprise
Got the 7 in your head, you-gon-you-gon-die
Yeah, you gon die
Yeah, I’m gon fly
Yeah, caught you by surprise
Finna pass the mic off, $poon gonna slide
What I do, it's the $poon
If you cross me wrong n***a you gon' lose
Get money, get high, that's all I do
Keep staring me down you a fool
Call me that n***a, I'm the truth, switch
Baby hoe said I could d**k her, aye
pu**y so good I had to take a picture
I gave her what she wanted now she claims she injured
b*t*h call me cold like the f**king winter
I think I'm done with this hoe, imma go on Tinder, switch
Hustle like I'm broke, your life is a joke
It's all on me and I bet I never choke
I killed your flow with a freestyle
You can't have your b*t*h back, she gon' take a while
Lame n***as working, bad b*t*hes twerking
She pop that pu**y till she say it's hurting
Got all this bread, best belive I earned it
Hahaha, switch

(Spanish)

I'm the motherf**king GOAT, n***a know that
Rock a n***a soul like the motherf**king throwback
All black b*t*h, call that b*t*h lil Kodak
n***a mad at me 'cause I'm getting my dough, mm-hmm
Gangsta tone [?]
Why you n***as wanna hate on me, sh*t, I don't even know
Bleed on her face like a pimple tho
Pop that sh*t, dreadlock
Y'all n***as don't want that smoke, swear to God, imma let it blow
b*t*h n***a, y'all n***as [?]
Y'all n***as y'all really fake
f**k that, y'all n***as flakes
First forty, f**king ate, mm
Die for my respect like I'm Kevin Gates, y'all n***as really wanna f**king play
f**k y'all n***as b*t*h I'm ready to go ball, yeah I cross them like Chris Paul
pu**y n***as imma dunk on y'all
30 shots, Steph Curry
Make these pu**y ass boys f**king nervous
Romemula

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