LilJuvieThree - Poseidon Freestyle

(Brrr)
Red Bird Association
Whole lotta pimp shit
Penacho
(Three, three, three, three)
I cant tell you "I love you" baby
I aint no Casanova
Yo last nigga was a lame, and you aint get no closure
You keep telling me "Fuck these bitches"
These bitches is bogus
LilJuvieThree gone chase a check, and Ima stay focus (Three, three)
You loving that bitch? (Aye, yea)
I stuff her with dick (Aye, yea)
You tell her to feed you?
I tell the luh bitch make me rich (Aye, yea)
Im with the gang (Aye, aye) and aint gone switch (Aye, Ugh)
Call me Poseidon, I come with the drip
Aye, Yea
She say she love me, but i dont believe her
Im gettin this money, Im killing them call the Grim Reaper
I strike like a lion, I strike like a cheetah
Ima tell the truth, but I aint a cheater
Bitch Im with the gang, and we gettin lit
We up in this bitch, with 30 round clips
Yo niggas get hit, my niggas dont miss
My niggas they shooters, and we dont shoot Rugers
I come with a sniper, I come with the gang
I come with a riot, I come with the flame (Aye, Aye)
I dont love her, nah
And aint gone like her
I just want the top, Only for a night (Aye, Aye)
I dont do no cuffing cause I dont like handcuffs
Ima stand up guy, bitch tell yo man to stand up
Cant give a helping hand cause the last bitch fucked that up
Call me Derez Deshon because a nigga "Fed Up" (Aye, Aye)
Come with a check (Aye, Aye), give me respect (Aye, Aye)
You show me you loyal (Ugh, Ugh), you get it right back (Aye, Aye)
My niggas gone shoot (Aye, Aye) we aim at ya neck (Aye, Aye)
My niggas the truth (Aye, Aye), my niggas is Vets (Aye, Aye)
No i dont wrestle, but Ima flex (Aye, Aye)
And them guns out like its legal, Im on point bitch like a needle
You in the past and i cant see you
Eat yo bitch up like some seafood, you aint a street nigga
You street food, meet this dessert Eagle
You told her you love her, I just told her she a bad bitch
I told her "Im thuggin" thats on Treys Ima savage
All my baby mothers is some Queens
But shit got tragic
I like smoking weed, might drink some wine
And play some Madden
We "Netflix and Chill" might pop a jigga just to manage
But I cant lay up with a bitch if she aint bringing cash in
Hoes just wanna fuck and I aint on it Ima pass it
I like when the plug tell me he just got some gas in
I dont like when shordie on my dick and I aint smash yet
I be fresh as fuck and Ima drip inside the casket huh
I dont get chose I choose huh
Im in her mouth like food ugh
You gave that bitch a bruise? huh?
You a lil bitch you rude, huh
You say you carry a tool huh?
But you an employed loser
I dont beef with niggas who aint never caught a body
I dont eat with niggas who aint never had to starve
I might take some drugs when Im depressed and go to mars
Yea lil bitch this a freestyle but I like writing bars Aye, yea
Trill bitch keep it 100 she a real bitch
Hold a nigga down when he in jail thats some real shit
Yo girl called my phone said Im that nigga
Told her "Yea I know before you go, bring me some swishers"
Hoe dont call my phone if you aint talking bout no business
Clip so heavy, when I lift the gun im doing fitness
I dont fuck with begging bitches you cant be my misses
Bitch Im gift wrapped in a ribbon, I cum like Christmas
Her tongue out I check her tonsils, Im just her physician
La'Kam on the beat we tag team like Edge and Christian
Blocking out these haters, I cant see em, John Cena
I cant tell "I love you" baby
I aint no Casanova
Yo last nigga was a lame, and you aint get no closure
You keep telling me "Fuck these bitches"
These bitches is bogus
These bitches is bogus

Written by:
LaMark McCraySr

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