Flexx Beats - H-Town (Freestyle) lyrics

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Flexx Beats - H-Town (Freestyle) lyrics

[Produced by Flexx Beats] [Verse 1 – IamSu!] I hope you ain't scared of heights, the top it make you nervous I look in the mirror, ask myself is she worth it b**h I'm way to fly to try and slither with you serpents Lames tryna shut me down but that sh** ain't worth it Baby so thick like she had bu*t surgery Game so thick I take a nun up out that clergy I know she want this dick, and she want it in a hurry She want to find out if I'm lying in my verses She want to steal away, steal the vibe so they can copy it You so obsolete you should change your name to floppy disk I can't trust you rappers, I feel like you got it out for me Enjoy my fruits of labor, bout to harvest from my money tree Hanging with my faculty, deeper than a cavalry You n***as smoking Reggie, that sh** flaring up my allergies My homies lost count, all the times they had to count on me Love worth more than money, know they can't put no amount on me till RIP I'm shining light in the shadow of doubt [?] they know we gone k** em like [?] Two women like I'm LL in the house, it's two nights in the building, we selling it out She get so wet she prevail in a drought, seven [?] I be bailing fools out You talk that bullsh**, I'm quick to tune out, she say Suzi is all that she listen to now You just stepped in to the catalogue, this ain't [?] but I'm a master at work You too concerned about fashion and b**hes, my family and money, it has to come first Hand me that check, I'mma bounce on desert, ain't nothing sweet long as we on this earth Gracious good grief, I got [?] on [?] f** you internet thugs hitting space and delete She want to listen to P&D, but all I want to do is put my D in her P Pushing my swagger so easily, they must have sandals on cause they are seeing defeat We in the lead, swagging on E and [?], I go OD on the beat That's overdedicated, overdrive, highly medicated all the time I'm so fresh I need a clothing line, in the studio it's overtime It's acceleration, it ain't no [?] n***as infiltrating, now they telling lies I got better places I could spend my time Like on an island with a bad b**h But still hustle like I'm dead broke But in the end I'm alive and rich Let's get it [Verse 2 – T-Wayne] Man my b**h so bad I swear to god my b**h is perfect p**y wetter than a mermaid mixed with a sea serpent Fresher than detergent, cut your b**h like a surgeon Every day I'm working, I'm like a serving servant I be going in like a young n***a with curfew I'm all on your b**h like a purse on some perfume b**h don't get me wrong, I'm with them n***as that'll murk you My verses are sicker than ebola mixed with bird flu I am with the sh**s, my stomach hurting all the time I'm sh**ting on these rappers, need a bathroom when I rhyme And tell that girl that I don't want her if she ain't a dime If you ain't talking dollar signs you getting left behind And I be going hard on these rappers, and I don't even try I'm real with the flow, I ain't even got to lie You washed up a** n***as getting hung up to dry Man I'm so fly you can find me in the sky Got a foreign named ling and all she speak is Chinese Man I swear to god that girl look like she's Jackie Chan's niece Man in rap sh** I'm a beast, every beat I touch, I feast Don't nobody want to work, but everybody want a piece And that's real

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