Metro Boom in Lyrics – 10 Freaky Girls Lyrics

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10 Freaky Girls

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[21 Savage:]
In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I’m a vet (I’m a vet)
That’s why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (It is chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany, yeah, for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I’m a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin’ all the brandy (Brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it’s candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I’m Randy (Yah, yah)
Yeah, I’m a hot hitter (Straight up)
I’m a guap getter (Straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)
Tryna suck me layin’ down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Sellin’ pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)
Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too (Racks)

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Hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin’ off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
Finna drown in ’em, dawg, finna drown in ’em (21)

Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in ’em (On your mama)
Ain’t no furniture, it’s just a lot of pounds in ’em (Straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in ’em (On God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don’t ramp in ’em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with ’em (Six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with ’em (On God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with ’em (Straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke ’cause they doin’ too much clubbin’ (Too much clubbin’)
Cashed out on all my cards ’cause I’m stubborn (‘Cause I’m stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that’s how I’m comin’ (How I’m comin’)
I came out the womb, I was thuggin’ (Straight up)
Ain’t no fistfights, niggas uppin’ (Straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin’ (On God)
When you see ’em face-to-face, it ain’t nothin’ (Straight up)