Super Bowl Sunday Freestyle #2

Running it back like Edwards-Helaire
She touchdown I'm pulling her hair
She bus down Bay Bucs down
Get Mike Evans up in the air

The bay too hot
38 Hot
Florida thot
Blow up my spot

Tell her to chill
I'll handle the bill
Then choke her out like Tyreek Hill

Blow some loud like Tyrann Mathieu
Come to the Bayou he might blast you
Run up a bomb and he might catch you
Pick that shit off, back to the crib

I spit too hard might break a rib
Don't cap dont lie but I might fib
I'm a good guy but i might sin
She want me to fuck her friend

Need a girl from Kansas City
Southern belle with all them curves
She dump me I'm feelin shitty
But I got more like horderves

First name Tristan just like Wirfs
Yo bitch smell like surf and turf
Hit me up come get this work
Bitch I'm plugged up this my turf

From down south like AB
Range too vast like KD
White boy swag like Scotty Miller
She touch my hair I might kill her

If she ride then I might feel her
Fuck her once and I might drill her

Then it's deuces gotta go
Throwing cash on Ro-Jo

Old school new school what's the word
Tables turn now you gon learn
Pat Mahomes it's yo turn
Sling that shit back let it burn

Tom Brady he run the game
But on Giselle we run the train BITCH



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Writer(s): Tristan Joya
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