12/12 Freestyle

Ahh we all around
Catch me bait I'm up in the town
The way we break it down
The flames they kinda loud
I want bae in Canada
Qway away from cameras
Like the fakes we staying far
Far might just fly to mars
Everyone I keep around me stars
Every win it's never mine its ours
Ours, oh it's ours
We had to go through stuff that's so hard
We deserve to ride in dope cars
All my bruddas round me and they spray them dope bars
We ain't dropping no guards
So if you're really on it, Oh lard

Oh lord
On her knees she ain't praying lock jaw
Sed she want more
But I need more cash
Tell the plug cough up dat stash
Young and so brash
Want the finer things in my life
Need the locks to open up tell me whats the price
You know I'll pay dat swiftly
On the mains causing mischief
If ur on bs please miss me
And count the money first, please don't try & trick me
I guess normal life don't fit me
No stress I made dat change so quickly
I don't mean golf to a range I mean
When u book to arrange jus to meet
WLC
Me and The Collective
They say were selective
Missed your call oh sorry leave a message



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Writer(s): Aaron Broome
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