Left Brain - Freestyle at Terry's Studio lyrics

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Left Brain - Freestyle at Terry's Studio lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Y'all n***as got problems; what the f** I got? Burners What the f** you saying to a real-a** n***a Come through the streets, I got my car on ice skates What the f** you saying to me dog, I'm mean Off top, came in, hit him in the spleen Got a problem with it, chain all clean b**hes on site, b**h I don't write Off top, let these n***as know some dog [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] The AK-47 leave a n***a holey Red sauce on his shirt, bowl of ravioli I'm making that cheese, bowl of macaroni I'm a make you my new tenderoni [Verse 3: Left Brain] Creep into your crib, I'll k** your daughter and your son Then I'll hit you up with a f**ing water gun With the Odd Future water gun, it's on the shirt I'll put you on the shirt, n***a, in the dirt I ain't ready to lead the rap Hold up, n***a [Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator] Bring it back n***as think the AK sh** don't split I don't give a f**; I f**ed my b**h [Verse 5: Earl Sweatshirt] In her p**y, what the f** you looking at Got a problem n***a, I could show you where we cooking at Real n***a off top with the spit I'm a rob til I switch to my man Dom Gen [Verse 6: Domo Genesis] You already know Young Doms pop the heater Come and slam a b**h like a WWE diva I go H.A.M. on the track, tote the mac Any n***a talk sh**, I'm a smack him with the strap I been had b**hes, been had money Been had True Religions n***a, ain't a thing funny So racked up, I could buy the mall Come through shopping Mr. Big and Mr. Tall [Verse 7: Tyler, the Creator] Yellow diamonds on my neck like a taxicab Bop, bop, bleed like a Maxipad [Verse 8: Earl Sweatshirt] Real n***a off the top with it Come through, my diamonds look like Clicquot in the spot, n***a Off top with the spit, b**h I'm in the lobby, what is it? Piff lit Real n***a off top, rich, b**h Burner in the back, smack him in his dick [Verse 9: Domo Genesis] I be on the block, I be selling crack I got that spicy-a** money, call it pepper jack You know Doms is riding with the heater I come through [Verse 10: Tyler, the Creator] I'm getting this green like a rake I'm sneaky like a snake [Verse 11: Left Brain] I'm a hit a lick I'm a hit a lick on your b**h tonight, n***a If she don't act right, n***a, I'm a Hit a lick on that b**h tonight n***a, if she don't act right tonight, I'm a hit [Verse 12: Nakel Smith] Be the witness, my n***a, I sell dope I got fresh work, it came off the sailboat b**h a** n***as [Verse 13: Matt] I'm so icy that I need four wrists Thirty b**hes and my wolves in the forest [Verse 14: Tyler, the Creator] I'm big sh**, your poo little Talking to your b**h, I'm Dr. Dolittle

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