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Zeze Freestyle
Zeze Freestyle Lyrics - Joyner Lucas
Zeze freestyle song is sung by
Joyner Lucas
. This song is penned by
Joyner Lucas
and composed by
Joyner Lucas
. This song was released on 21 Nov 2018.
Heard yo grandmama kicked you out the house Screaming Tory we dont F*** need you Why yo daddy up and leave you? Why I guess this is how they F*** treat you And you my puppet you my cousin skeeter This ain’t what you wanted they been waiting for itI’m Joyner Lucas what the f*** you ns take me for I pull up in a demon but I kill Satan for it If you want attention Tory you gon have to pay me for it All these hoes love me but you sucking ns hate me for it You roll up on me catch a shot at a Mercedes door The bullets fly you replying like a lazy boy All you do is cry you a child you my baby boy You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo sit Dont ever think that you could ever come compare yo sit Little girls and kids only want to feel yo sit I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy All your records soft and sweet ns think that you candy Your ns really convinced you that you think you can scare me And you got identity issues ns think you a tranny really?Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes Your real name is Daystar you been dying to shine And when you sing it kinda sound like you dying sometimes You make the type of tracks that make me silent inside Nobody take you serious put all the violence aside Okay lets talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing And that writer who wrote yo sit still ain’t get paid on that Dont Die record You should probably go pay that na How the f$$$ you gonna talk about Kendrick when he a legend Then go bite the na style on your record right at the ending A 4 A.M flex 2 minute and 50 second sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure go take a listen You inspired by the ns you name dropped Catch fire in the rain no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops When I seen you on Flex I gave propsBut we found out you stole Don Q sit from the train stop You thought you were fly til the plane drop Ugly mr tryna stunt in a tank top It’s no wonder why they used to feed yo as with a slingshot You my son this the last time thati’m ever giving you a ring pop Sit down you on punishment And don’t get up until you see me And don’t even think about touching that TV No more video games no more phone no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for your weak as CD Matter fact give me your chains back and everything that I bought you You a disgrace to this family and everything that I taught you I hate to say it son but you make me sick I shoulda knew you werent st when you came out with a baby dk Its no wonder why you pay for py Tory you think you slick All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy pk St highly disappointed in you son I need some answers How come you couldn’t follow in my steps and be a dancer? Or maybe write a book like me or be somebodys grandpa Instead you wanna be a F**** rapper with some hair plugs No more rapping give me your pen and paper No more lying to the people how you the biggest gangster Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator You going to bed at eight oclock and not a minute later No I dont wanna hear it No let this be a lesson Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested I’m a get real Joe Jackson in a second Matter of fact give me your toys I’m a add to the collection I just did a show and got it lit little na And my freestyles killing your originals ne Couldn’t name a bh I couldn’t get little na You a rebound even Scottie Pippen know na You ain’t from Toronto put that on the Bible I put six hollows inside your Ferragamo Na you from Brampton go spin a bottle Bh youre from New England me and Brady in the El Dorado Now come get on my level i’m hard as metal I bomb the ghetto I brought the shovel I bury all of you ninja turtles You Donatello you soft as jello You must be going with that off that amaretto Its hardi to tell cause you soft as pillows You F*** midget I call you Elmo I throw you out a F*** car window I step all over your Margiello you caught feelings Yo heart spinning my bars illing I’m Bob Dylani’m John Lennon i’m authentic Your bars running no off limits Don’t talk business don’t talk listen I’m off this so you f$$$ this you f$$$! Na What na F$$$ out my face na Aaye na look We gonna get one in pause Lets not do this back and forth sit no more I I think we know whats up you know Ha ha ha Joyner….
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