T-Money - Krimelife Freestyle

Niggas is dumb, ain't graduate school
I chill with the diamonds, inside of the pool
This ain't no construction, but I got a tool
It heat up your body, like leftover food
I'm stuck in the traffic
I'm running the lights
She sucking me off, for some weave and some Sprite
I traded my bike, for some shrimp and some rice
He want all the smoke, he get hit with the pipe
Blunt every day keep the haters away
She sent me the Addy
I hop on a plane
She swallow me up, like her throat was a drain
I hop on the beat, from the soul not the brain
Bitch I am an eagle
You built like a crane
I gave niggas hope, and they think we the same
Boy you is a joke, better stay in your lane
Bitch I am a t-rex I cannot be tamed
Drippy and splash, just like some water
Stripper can't dance, so I threw her a quarter
Mexican bunny, she jumping the border
I got some senses, like radar in water
Damn it Sharkeisha, I know why you fought her
Over a nigga who smells like some pavement
Live with his fam in his grand-mama basement
Stay to himself, and he probably don't say shit
Dodging these thotties like it was the matrix
Smell something cooking, what is it it's bacon
Eggs on the way, and some toast in the making
I got more bars wait a minute I'm thinking
Waterpark pussy she wet like a slide
Bitch am I tall enough just for the ride
Niggas talk funny but never will slide
Ate your bitch out like some blueberry pie
Her body was shaking she started to cry
As long as I'm dressed in a suit and a tie
You cannot compete I'm the man I'm the guy
You snitching the truth
I just tell them a lie
Her pussy like honey, I need the supply
I'm smoking a pack, and I'm high in the sky
We maxing it out, in the whip when I drive
Our father he watching, he said we be fine
These bitches do anything, just for a dime
Ain't talking 'bout weed, but they do it for five
She twerking for views, on an Instagram live
I pull on her weave, like you open a blind
I'm cleaning your bitch, Mr. Clean and it shine
I drive when I'm drunk, and I stay in the lines
Reversing the clocks, and I'm taking the time
These niggas is soft
Just like a lime
I am a boss
Put in the time
Don't take a loss
Why is you trying

Written by:
David Trent

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