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Artiste : Lil TJAY
Titre : NO HOOK FREESTYLE
(That Mikey´s crazy)
(Dollaz)

Bronx nigga got lit
Couple hunnid milli so, clutching on a pole tryna go legit

My heart been cold ever since a jit
Drip on my toes, Louis V the fit
Too slick, one the greatest he can´t miss
Run up nigga bold, trauma got me swift
Plus I´m on the road gotta keep a stick
Benjis all in my pockets with a couple heads on my list
Everywhere we on shit, feel a threat and bro gon´ fire off rip
Why these niggas mad? Probably ´bout a bitch
While I´m popping tags, living how you wish
Call it glass when a nigga swish
We gon´ kill your ass when we see you slip
Love the nelly like the Rick, every time you see me I be in that shit
Lambo´ engine it go vroom, all of a sudden, everybody on my dick
I don´t give a fuck about a thot, like I give no fuck about a opp

I don´t give a fuck about a nigga, end of day I´m clutching on this Glock
Niggas in they bag, they be mad
Jaytee bussin´ gas ´cause he gas, free that nigga Spazz I want see you crash
Dummy I just laugh, ´cause he ass
For that shit he rap, ´cause he cap
Ain´t no going back once it´s that
They want see me dead, never gave a fuck
Tell him, "suck a cat," come attack

Woke up, fuck it on that bullshit
I was fourteen, walking with my full clip
I don´t know a opp, that can ten toes down, say that I ain´t never pull shit
Just a product running through them trenches
Nigga police out there hopping fences
Got this money now and I´m relentless

Was just feeding niggas on the benches
Clutch so fly, numbers going up so high
Rich so I´ma talk my shit, platform bussin´ hush no why
Know these niggas mad, so mad, probably ´cause his bitch on my
Money got my wrist on bling, walking with this switch on die

Barely ever do the politicking push up on me, I´ma let my gun off
Canceled booking niggas spun off, all the extra shit because you wanna run off
Homie in the club, probably throwing dubs, I heard Christmas you ain´t even hit your son off
I´m the type to slap a rapper or a streamer nigga, fuck round get you done off
Anyway I´m rich I do the shit I wanna, tell him Trench Kid get the munna

Nigga tryna box ´cause he hot, last one tried some stupid shit I think he dumber
Lotta niggas woofing, we know
Keep that shit where ever we go
.40 get to dumping, I´ma have these niggas ducking like a desert eagle (Oh)

Change ways I try, I try, I try (I, I)
Sometimes I try, I try, I try (I)
Roll in the sky, they force me to cry
Know no letting up til they die-ie (Brrt)