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Cosmo Freestyle Lyrics

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Cosmo Freestyle by Freddie Gibbs




Cosmo Freestyle
[Intro]
Time to freak it, yeah
And Lambo both gone
I ain't f**kin' with y'all niggas in Vegas no more
Y'all had a nigga on tequila, crack, Daniel, all that sh*t

[Verse]
Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (Yeah)
I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that
That was back in '04, I was ridin' 'round bumpin' T, yeah, ASAP
Now I'm a real urban legend
Every day, a nigga free of blessings
Rock 'em and destroy the murder weapon
Yeah (Yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon
Don't go out like Keefe D, snitchin' over Vlad TV
Bad b**ch, drove from D.C., tryna f**k a nigga for a fee
Make her say that she a freaky girl, give me head in the Hummer EV (In the hummer)
I done been crossed, I done been hit, I done been stepped on (Yeah, stepped on)
Nigga took a loss after lost friends, leave when that check gone
Slept on, but a broken heart ain't gon' feed these kids (These kids)
I got to have a talk with God 'bout all the things I did, yeah
Drugs, aggravated robbery (Uh)
Hurtin' on the inside and hide behind this tough sh*t and it's misogyny
See, the man in the mirror ain't gon' lie to me
Whole lot of snake niggas, they surroundin' me
Can't even blame 'em if they want to body me
Niggas'll knock you out to get a followin', I know, yeah
Yeah, I know (Yeah), I had to fall back and let sh*t breathe (Yeah)
Actin' back to the rabbit, nigga, like Bo Jackson, I switched leaves
Niggas don't want no guest verses, I'm the real king of these sixteens, b**ch
b**ch, I'm the real king of these sixteens (Yeah)
Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate
And on the regular basis, niggas f**kin' up like it's a shakin'
Mama German and Daddy Jamaican, got all colors, my b**ches ain't racist
Got all colors, I'm preachin' diversity, yeah
f**k a surgery, I put you in somebody university
I know God got a plan for me or he would've let niggas come murder me
But these b**ches can't bully me, bother me, worry me
I'ma be thuggin' this sh*t 'til they burry me
When we do killin', we do this sh*t thoroughly
Hit the collection and I made it flirt (Yeah)
Ten-thousand in ones, let's get this sh*t done
Her hand on the supers, I give IG boosters on motherf**kin' jewelry
Two of young b**ches, now I'm in a hurry
Eight A.M. flight, why they book it so early? Damn
Got an eight A.M. flight, why they book it so early? sh*t
[Outro]
Freddie, you can't go back, man
You see how you livin' over here?
Nigga, you ballin'
The baddest b**ches on your dick
Come enjoy some of this decadence
Some of this extravadance
Some of this—, I said extravadance, I meant extrava—
Nigga, you know what the f**k I'm talkin' 'bout
Who needs school, nigga, when you got b**ches?
Look, you got a pound of coke
You don't even want to smoke the sh*t, you want to sell the sh*t
Nigga, I'm tryin' to get to enjoy some of that
But at least sellin' it cool
But why don't you do some of that sh*t?
Nigga, it's cool, check this out
Ah, ah, ah, that's what the f**k I'm talkin' 'about Freddie
As long as you keep sinnin', I'ma keep winnin'




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