Freestyle
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โฑ๏ธ 2:11 duration
๐ ID: 27054301
๐ Lyrics
Juelz Santana freestyle
Holla at her, Shyst Bub, Agallah
Un Casa, JR Rider, Jim Jones, Freekey
Holla at your boys
Juelz Santana freestyle, let's go
Shyst Bub
Motherfuckers already know what it is
Purple City
I ain't finished, nigga
Dipset
Y'all don't even understand that shit, right?
Agallah, what's really good?
Juelz Santana
Fuck with your boy, man
You know, matter of fact, you can't fuck with me
I'm still on a dirty block, dirty with the dirty Glock
Extended clip, thirty shots, work surface through thirty blocks
Go hard like thirty Pacs
Fresh out of jail, sign of the road, give me thirty beats, let's rock
Yeah, I'm done, give me thirty more
I come with that dirty raw, straight from Iraq to dirty war (Fucker)
Where we fight for nothing (Nothing), furthermore
Yeah, the bird is pure, we cook it and stir up more (Knuckle)
And yeah, we push it and sell it all
We push it to get some more, my pushers'll get it off (Yep)
I'm like a apple with a worm in it
Or more like a Don King statue with a perm in it
Fucked up money, tough luck, dummy
You get your shit shook, jacked, your wig pushed back
Look, puss cat, hood rat
Two shots, that's a good nap
Now go to sleep, motherfucker, the hood's back
Back, fucker
Juelz Santana, the motherfuckin' great
Shyst Bub, Purple City
We head over heels, nigga
Fuck with your boy
Diplomatic Immunity in stores
Juelz Santana, from me to you, comin' soon
The game is over
Holla at your boy
Holla at her, Shyst Bub, Agallah
Un Casa, JR Rider, Jim Jones, Freekey
Holla at your boys
Juelz Santana freestyle, let's go
Shyst Bub
Motherfuckers already know what it is
Purple City
I ain't finished, nigga
Dipset
Y'all don't even understand that shit, right?
Agallah, what's really good?
Juelz Santana
Fuck with your boy, man
You know, matter of fact, you can't fuck with me
I'm still on a dirty block, dirty with the dirty Glock
Extended clip, thirty shots, work surface through thirty blocks
Go hard like thirty Pacs
Fresh out of jail, sign of the road, give me thirty beats, let's rock
Yeah, I'm done, give me thirty more
I come with that dirty raw, straight from Iraq to dirty war (Fucker)
Where we fight for nothing (Nothing), furthermore
Yeah, the bird is pure, we cook it and stir up more (Knuckle)
And yeah, we push it and sell it all
We push it to get some more, my pushers'll get it off (Yep)
I'm like a apple with a worm in it
Or more like a Don King statue with a perm in it
Fucked up money, tough luck, dummy
You get your shit shook, jacked, your wig pushed back
Look, puss cat, hood rat
Two shots, that's a good nap
Now go to sleep, motherfucker, the hood's back
Back, fucker
Juelz Santana, the motherfuckin' great
Shyst Bub, Purple City
We head over heels, nigga
Fuck with your boy
Diplomatic Immunity in stores
Juelz Santana, from me to you, comin' soon
The game is over
Holla at your boy