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Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Fo Five
Length: 1:46
Written by: Fo Five




Fo Five - Freestyle Lyrics
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I got them big racks in my jeans stacked and you know it
I keep that green stuffed in that game green and I'm blowing
I mash that gas dippin' in a red charger I'm floating
I be moving too fast all y'all niggas be in slow motion
I be up meditatin' takin' off blown' on that gas
If I tell you what I see you wouldn't even believe me so don't even ask
Fo Five so crazy boy that nigga gone, lost his mind
Roll dro, count paper mastermind deals at the same time
I'm kicking flavor hallelujah, grip him save him Imma shoot him
Drippin' slayin' all these bitches laying' at my feet and they within' I knew em
Keep on hating' Imma keep on making all these coins and that money that mullah
Keep on screaming' hallelujah, wake up screaming hallelujah, keep on screaming hallelujah
Keep on winnin' know I'm never slippin' and I know you mad
Running circles 'round these niggas, breaking tackles nigga I aint even got on shoulder pads
I'm always first and you know you last, pants sagging' trynna show yo ass
It's a different world around here can't just walk in 'fore you even enter gotta show your ass
See the cameras flash as I dance on them niggas in the charger watch me do the dash
Big dog in this bitch nigga you can smell it on me you aint gotta ask
Beat the beat like the fighting Irish leave that shit kilt put in in a body bag
I'm always on the move trynna get it nigga I aint got no time to lolly gag
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I got them big racks in my jeans stacked and you know it
I keep that green stuffed in that game green and I'm blowing
I mash that gas dippin' in a red charger I'm floating
I be moving too fast all y'all niggas be in slow motion
I be up meditatin' takin' off blown' on that gas
If I tell you what I see you wouldn't even believe me so don't even ask
Fo Five so crazy boy that nigga gone, lost his mind
Roll dro, count paper mastermind deals at the same time
I'm kicking flavor hallelujah, grip him save him Imma shoot him
Drippin' slayin' all these bitches laying' at my feet and they within' I knew em
Keep on hating' Imma keep on making all these coins and that money that mullah
Keep on screaming' hallelujah, wake up screaming hallelujah, keep on screaming hallelujah
Keep on winnin' know I'm never slippin' and I know you mad
Running circles 'round these niggas, breaking tackles nigga I aint even got on shoulder pads
I'm always first and you know you last, pants sagging' trynna show yo ass
It's a different world around here can't just walk in 'fore you even enter gotta show your ass
See the cameras flash as I dance on them niggas in the charger watch me do the dash
Big dog in this bitch nigga you can smell it on me you aint gotta ask
Beat the beat like the fighting Irish leave that shit kilt put in in a body bag
I'm always on the move trynna get it nigga I aint got no time to lolly gag
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