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• Artiste: Kidwild
• Titre: Say Less Freestyle
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Look, stop the cap, it's us, not them We get money in real life, when I'm online, don't need to pretend I got gyal running to man like what? I don't go seekin' for them Bro's on go, and I'm tellin' him, "Chill," but he's tapped, so man can't reason with him Look, my head in my hoodie, my shawty a goodie The redhead, man, I rate her a nine Back to the crib, five on five Every gyal to a man, every man to a wine Take them shots, [?], she hittin' my phone like, "Yo, it's time," uh Too many gyal wanna chop man, had them queue in a waitin' line I got drip, but I bought more, sexy gyal, and she come from Portmoak Couldn't pay the hotel suite, is it rude if I give her the— in a four-door? Like, bro, is it rude? I got bad one showin' me nudes, uh Shawty wanna go on innocent, but it's all calm, she cute Yo, classy babe, but she party hard, hotel floor, straight nickers and bras The face is rude, the waist on slim, she turn 'round to turn man on I went ghost for a bit, she hittin' my phone like, "Where have you gone?" I was on a [?] convos with the plug, the P's landed, I'm like, "Yo, I'm charged" I got bad ones up on my roaster, I don't do cuffin', I swap and trade them I just landed at NYC, I'm with a bad one up in [?] If you don't make breach, then it don't make sense, us man do more [?] She wanna know bro's occupation, [?], and said that he's tradin' But this ain't no two-one-two, I got gyal in back of the coupe And these shawtys postin' snaps, now my main one's stuck in her mood I'm all 'bout takin' risks, guaranteed that I score if I shoot They say the kid done changed, in my position, what would you do? Classy babe, but she party hard, hotel floor, straight nickers and bras The face is rude, the waist on slim, she turn 'round to turn man on I went ghost for a bit, she hittin' my phone like, "Where have you gone?" I was on a [?] convos with the plug, the P's landed, I'm like, "Yo, I'm charged" I got bad ones up on my roaster, I don't do cuffin', I swap and trade them I just landed at NYC, I'm with a bad one up in [?] If you don't make breach, then it don't make sense, us man do more [?] She wanna know bro's occupation, [?], and said that he's tradin'