E the Profit - Brownie Boi Freestyle
Woke up profit fresh as hellLie bout green they VeggieTales
Freaking every weekend I’m on tv like it’s SNL
Know he wanna be me she wanna see me cuz of that Chanel
I be passing blunts like it’s a class boy I ain’t finna fail
Kill that pussy yes I will
I get sacks like NFL
Know she got her ass done but she gon tell me that it’s real
Take my niggas out the field
Tryna eat I made a mill (meal)
Came from nothing how’s it feel
I don’t know that Shit surreal
Imma do this Shit for real
Drop my top don’t pop a seal
Pop her top dont cop a feel
Disappear like Copperfield
My bitch gas she Peggy Hill
Told my plug let’s make a deal
She know that I rock (Iraq)
I’m popping Niggas like a navy seal
Text my plug in Arabic
All my hoes is arrogant
She think we got chemistry but she just an experiment
Told her that I loved her then I told her she just hearing shit
Y’all know that Im God sent
Fresher than some spearmint
Im a brownie boy I’m off them edibles
I might hit her do the dash she think my dick incredible
I just got another bag she like what that Cheddar do
Know I’m married to the gang can’t put no bitch ahead of you
If a Nigga want some beef we turn him to a vegetable
Imma light up like the zoo but I ain’t talking festivals
Bro can dot him on his head I ain’t talking decimals
Know the kid ain’t got no mid I’m only smoking decibels
See her picture on my page but I ain’t like the post
I always wanted to cop a phantom but I like the ghost
I just hit her cause I could but I ain’t like it though
Shooting shots and getting heads boy I’m sniping hoes
Treat little baby like a red box I am one nighting hoes
Imma leave her ass on read cuz I ain’t writing hoes
Know I did some bitches wrong but I ain’t righting those
The boy be rolling through the pen (pin) like I’m striking hoes
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