Lyrics97' Freestyle

Harry Bajwa

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Last update on: January 13, 2023
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Back in 97 had to run them checks 11 Had to trap and learn the lesson Pray my daddy went to heaven

All my life I felt oppression I fell in deep depression And it turned into aggression Man I got a few confessions I was packing up the toolie Pulled it out and busted uzi Popped 2 shots in his Suzuki Prison break like John Abruzzi At 15 I was getting reckless 16 I was in the trenches 17 I was fuckin bitches 18 I′m chasing riches Shortly after I started rapping Now I'm 20 back to trapping Moving packs I can′t be lacking Counting racks I'm really bragging Got your bitch and her cheeks clapping on my balls I'm really tapping Bring her friend and they start chatting Man this freestyle really snapping yeah Man this freestyle really snapping yeah Man this freestyle really snapping yeah Man this freestyle really snapping yeah I don′t know where I′m going Boy this life be getting boring I've been tired of fake niggas Always asking how I′m flowing Boy I burn up all these trees Smokin gas and I be blowin Then I slide in your girl's DMs Cus I know that hoe be hoeing Yeah I know that hoe be hoeing And I know that girl be going And I know that boat be rowing And I know the road be showing yeah Back in 97 had to run them checks 11 Had to trap and learn the lesson Pray my daddy went to heaven All my life I felt oppression I fell in deep depression And it turned into aggression Man I got a few confessions I was packing up the toolie Pulled it out and busted uzi

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