Correction Paroles Westwood Crib Session Freestyle par Fashawn

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I thought I had a bad b*t*h, til' I got a badder one
Used to rock the icepick way before I had a gun
Tell I never gave a f**k bout how low my khakis, huh
Used to smoke a bunch a dough, feel like I got half a lung
Left inside my chestbox, residue from yellow and red tops
Crack vowels to next block I'm El Chap, the one the feds watch
Photographer, givin' headshots from planet Bedrock, get your bed rocked
For f**kin' with my pesos
General, don't do nothin' 'less I say so
Criminal salute me, you a gangsta then shoot me
Hopе you got a Uzi, you ain't kamikaze, you Kristy Yamaguchi
You pu**y, I'm a don you's a doormat
The sh*t you do I don't condone nor еndorse that, yeah
I lay you out like a floormat
Right in front of your whore like this is war, black
Ayo and that's what it is
Hit the track like a baseball bat to your ribs
n***a, F good n***a, west good, uh, shoutout to my n***a Tim Westwood, you b*t*h
You know what it is
I be flowin' for my n***as who be holdin' biz

Down for sure, got rounds to blow
From the town that's called Fresno
Professional, you know?
You Know? You Know?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Check it out, shoutout to my n***a Cole, it's a Cole World, get your blankets

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