itsCADET - Ring The Bell Freestyle

Aye aye, aye
Aye aye
Let's go
Aye aye
Let's go let's go, aye
Let's go let's go, aye
I'm with my niggas Tubman, Harriet
Yeah
Got my team like a jersey
On my back, I carry it
Secretly they wanna be me
These niggas living vicarious umm
Rolling that loud I'm not hearing it umm
I'm on the grind till I'm seeing the sun
Little boy what did you think
It ain't over till the fat bitches hitting high pitches
And the pigs flying
Got like 5 pigeons in the sky nigga
Take a ride with him
Till he die
Did what I did to survive
Now I gotta do more to keep going huh
Dealt with the cards I'm holding uh
All in never folding uh
I'm a king need a Trojan uh
Feeding these bitches my dick uh
And the Lil chip on my shoulder uh
Niggas taught me well, that
I gotta learn by myself huh
Jaguar and a Hellcat, only pussy that I felt huh
As of today man we on it, charging
Run it up for the problems, ganja
Keeping it rolled for aroma, sauna
Dripping dropping need caution, stop it
I told her stop it
I told them stop, aye
I told them stop

Written by:
Edwin Cadet

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