Halloween Freestyle
(Tell me you love me)
(Um, yuh)
All these bitches lame, they actin' new to the game (What)
I got them icys on my wrist a bitch gone shiver and rain
Them niggas always on my clit but I know he ain't gon change, whateva
I bought some 613 I think that shit gone make it betta (Whoo)
Don't need a Eustace, cause all these niggas is useless
I'm poppin' these bitches bodied
I'm comin' down what you doin', yeah
I get to wylin', these niggas watchin' a movie
They know that I get it started, they childish, they actin' foolish
Aw damn, I don't give a fuck about a bitch that don't glam
She be talkin' shit but when you see she look ran, through
I can't 'magine what a couple of them bands, do
I ain't poppin' all my shit but if I am, ouu
Plus I'm drippin' like a faucet, get the bucket and the broom
Kickin' all these bitches, I'm like fuck it nigga move
I'm finna moonwalk
Hoppin' in the foreign sayin' toodles as I zoom off (Yeah)
Now my tote bag bussin'
Murakami print on that rainbow luggage
Yeah I got some baggage but compared to yall its nothin', so
If you get to cappin' I can tell that you's a bluffin' hoe
I-I-I eat these bitches up for breakfast
I ain't got the time, but that G.E.M around my necklace
And I be lookin' fine and my girl be doin' hexes and shit
I'm the type to hit your solar plexus, ya dig
I got them groupies around me
Smokin' loud pack, and it holla very loudly
Bitches really think we clownin' so
Fuck with me we goin' out lit (Whoo)
I need a round trip or two, I been the baddest (Ouu)
And I'ma ball every day like this the Mavericks (Whoo)
Been winning trophies at life, call that a pageant sis
And we know that I'm numba one cause I'm a lavish chick, yeah
In your medulla, It's a karma sutra
Mk ultra yeah the coochie do it to ya
He's no casanova but I, been a medusa
Now I got this nigga stoned I got him lookin' like he Pucca
Booyah, I got that bazooka
What's it to ya, cause I might have to get my shootahs
These hoes is losahs, I'm on the prowl, I'm like a puma
If she tryna beef up, then we can meet in Chattanooga
Gimme entry to the house, access to the bitch (Hol' up)
I'm about to kick her out, then we gettin' lit (Uhuh)
I can't give no fucks no more, I'm cold out the fridge
And I be on the go fosho, I be up on my shit, yeah
Got some, I got some different plans
I been movin' on up I'm actin' too advanced
And I ain't into bein' stuck, I'm into makin' bands
I call these niggas Mr. Sheffield cause they need a Fran, yeah
Hold on, hold up, I did it again
I just bodied everybody from beginning to end
And I'm a Sagittarius, so I'on mean to offend
And I'ma call it like I see it, it's DuVall for the win, bitch
Yeah, it's always been an event
When I step up in the room, they be like she heaven sent
I'ma take over the world and tour the states for a stint
All these hoes they love to talk but they be stuck on the bench, bitch
(And they be stuck on the bench)
(Why they always talking shit, but they be stuck at the bench, yah)
(A-a-always talkin' shit)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh)
(Um, yuh)
All these bitches lame, they actin' new to the game (What)
I got them icys on my wrist a bitch gone shiver and rain
Them niggas always on my clit but I know he ain't gon change, whateva
I bought some 613 I think that shit gone make it betta (Whoo)
Don't need a Eustace, cause all these niggas is useless
I'm poppin' these bitches bodied
I'm comin' down what you doin', yeah
I get to wylin', these niggas watchin' a movie
They know that I get it started, they childish, they actin' foolish
Aw damn, I don't give a fuck about a bitch that don't glam
She be talkin' shit but when you see she look ran, through
I can't 'magine what a couple of them bands, do
I ain't poppin' all my shit but if I am, ouu
Plus I'm drippin' like a faucet, get the bucket and the broom
Kickin' all these bitches, I'm like fuck it nigga move
I'm finna moonwalk
Hoppin' in the foreign sayin' toodles as I zoom off (Yeah)
Now my tote bag bussin'
Murakami print on that rainbow luggage
Yeah I got some baggage but compared to yall its nothin', so
If you get to cappin' I can tell that you's a bluffin' hoe
I-I-I eat these bitches up for breakfast
I ain't got the time, but that G.E.M around my necklace
And I be lookin' fine and my girl be doin' hexes and shit
I'm the type to hit your solar plexus, ya dig
I got them groupies around me
Smokin' loud pack, and it holla very loudly
Bitches really think we clownin' so
Fuck with me we goin' out lit (Whoo)
I need a round trip or two, I been the baddest (Ouu)
And I'ma ball every day like this the Mavericks (Whoo)
Been winning trophies at life, call that a pageant sis
And we know that I'm numba one cause I'm a lavish chick, yeah
In your medulla, It's a karma sutra
Mk ultra yeah the coochie do it to ya
He's no casanova but I, been a medusa
Now I got this nigga stoned I got him lookin' like he Pucca
Booyah, I got that bazooka
What's it to ya, cause I might have to get my shootahs
These hoes is losahs, I'm on the prowl, I'm like a puma
If she tryna beef up, then we can meet in Chattanooga
Gimme entry to the house, access to the bitch (Hol' up)
I'm about to kick her out, then we gettin' lit (Uhuh)
I can't give no fucks no more, I'm cold out the fridge
And I be on the go fosho, I be up on my shit, yeah
Got some, I got some different plans
I been movin' on up I'm actin' too advanced
And I ain't into bein' stuck, I'm into makin' bands
I call these niggas Mr. Sheffield cause they need a Fran, yeah
Hold on, hold up, I did it again
I just bodied everybody from beginning to end
And I'm a Sagittarius, so I'on mean to offend
And I'ma call it like I see it, it's DuVall for the win, bitch
Yeah, it's always been an event
When I step up in the room, they be like she heaven sent
I'ma take over the world and tour the states for a stint
All these hoes they love to talk but they be stuck on the bench, bitch
(And they be stuck on the bench)
(Why they always talking shit, but they be stuck at the bench, yah)
(A-a-always talkin' shit)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Evelyn Duvall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.