Prince Pleiades - Free Dp (Balenciaga Freestyle) Lyrics

Bip the whole the winter
Slid through the summer
I aint f*ckin on you trick ass niggas wit no rubber
Just imagine when they free Dp up out that slumper
To be honest shit crazy I just really miss my brother

I be wit my bitches in the back doin numbers
You be wit them niggas trynna front hitten bumpers
Tha plug jus called hit me back wit them numbers
My niggas wit them Tommy's In the field
Bubba gumpers

Ugghhhhh

I think I need a cup of collard greens wit my Mac n cheese
Hit this one nigga off his jack stalk em for tha beans

I be in this kitchen cookin crack servin up the feigns

Sike lil nigga that was cap
Fire up the ring

Rainbow jelly beans said they look Like Tekashi
P I been king nickname Hammurabi
Plug in chinatown hit em up like wassabi
Put them Choppas on yo ass saki nigga make it wokky

Pleiades yea they need me
I buss that backed up nut cuz I'm freaky
I Know some killers totin .40 u got b.b
Homie Dis Chanel buss down on me CC

Grandaddy was a Mac aint no ho in me
Only faggot niggas wit tha slaps in this quarantine
Break a bitch down build her up
Take her out to eat
Drop her ass off at the spot watch her beat her feet (ooh)

I just got some top
Oh my bad I aint even skeet
Freak twitter lit
Abolene beat my meat
Nike air max did a lap
M.V.P
Count a couple reasons why these rap niggas Envy P

Boss niggas on my iPhone iMight call back
Can't let a pussy nigga get a bone if he off strap
Hustle marathon
Lil Bitch you is off track
I call my pretty bussy Baghdad packin bomb ass
Ughh

I been outside
Gucci black slides
I cant go inside till my money stacked high
Rubber bands in my pocket help my nigga go slide
Yea u heard he was a Pimp but he trickin on the side

Reincarnate the rap game been dead
Told my old dough boy issa a fee run my bread
Niggas said they in the trap but they beez wit tha feds
I ain't warnin bitches twice better heed what I said

P's in the trap like to cook it cook it cook it
I ain't ask em for his chain I just took it took it took it
I just told this trick nigga gotta book it book it book it
If you say you straight nigga why you lookin lookin lookin
(Haaan))

I like my niggas rough pussy boy stop askin
I like gang bangin ass niggas get it crackin
Got a E.S.O. nigga lookin like Bobby Brackins
Imma pretty cold nigga wit tha trips I aint Lackin

Niggas talking bout these bodies that they never did
All my niggas got them burners said I swear they never miss
I just want some booty nigga don't be trynna gimme kiss
Like how you take care of yo shoes but don't take care of yo kids

Oh
I think I made a hunnid off of bo'
Me I'm that P from the A to the O
Quarantine phresh
Leave ya J's at the do'
Know some niggas in the city make it rain in Frisco

I ain't f*ckin on you if it ain't about them dollas
These niggas claim they real but they be fake around they mamas
Must've bumped yo head nigga trynna f*ck without no condom
Bitch im in my groove llama bussin like Osama

Obama
I gotta Russian bitch
Oxana
Dracko in gabana
Pleiades tha don dada
Puffin on Havana Paco Dolce and Gabana
I been in my bag
Hit that road
Free yatta

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