"Freestyle" lyrics
DJ Holiday & Gucci Mane Lyrics
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Gucci kill the beat, it's a homicide simply
My ice game make them sickly
I just did, she soldier sweet, wreaths, they cost a brick a piece
If the DA catch it, dog, you ain't bought no brick from me
Can't be fresh seven days a week, see this game, I play for keeps
Soft cocaine white, pretty like Alicia Keys
Yeah, I got that thing with me, plus, still keep that pain with me
Triple 'em, make the crazy knots, all that just to hang with me
Your earring in your family, no one tryin' to handle me
Do not play no games with me, I am not a amateur
Why you got me sick of me? To tell the truth, I'm sick of me
VIP, we eighty deep, NYC the family
Got a lot of hustlin', petty heavy gamblin'
All about the Benjamins, we head to heavy traffickin'
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Gucci kill the beat, it's a homicide simply
My ice game make them sickly
I just did, she soldier sweet, wreaths, they cost a brick a piece
If the DA catch it, dog, you ain't bought no brick from me
Can't be fresh seven days a week, see this game, I play for keeps
Soft cocaine white, pretty like Alicia Keys
Yeah, I got that thing with me, plus, still keep that pain with me
Triple 'em, make the crazy knots, all that just to hang with me
Your earring in your family, no one tryin' to handle me
Do not play no games with me, I am not a amateur
Why you got me sick of me? To tell the truth, I'm sick of me
VIP, we eighty deep, NYC the family
Got a lot of hustlin', petty heavy gamblin'
All about the Benjamins, we head to heavy traffickin'
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Carlton Davis Jr Mays, Kwame Khalil Brown, Lontrell Dennell Jr. Williams, Rodney Lamont Jr. Wright
