Danny Glover Freestyle by Klocked In Lyrics
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Give her this dick, make that pussy do a split
After that bitch lick my fuckin tip, don't spit
These niggas too spiteful, full of shit like a dice roll
Can't fuck with these hatin niggas, cause they faking niggas no lipo
And you know I bring alive every fucking beat, so how the fuck is my lyrics dead?
How the fuck y'all gon talk about my rappin? y'all niggas can't make a bed
Everytime I spit, I just go in, I don't hear no crickets
If y'all wanna rap y'all gon need my permission, and you niggas sweet, grand theft auto mission
Who the fuck told you, you balling like Kobe, naw fuck nigga owe me, I'm selling that zach and that cody
My niggas we shoot like ginobli, I'm killin these beats, y'all fuck niggas can't hold me
You so hard? just show me, can't try to clone me
I'll have you laid up in a bed looking cozy
Yeah i got business, please don't be noisy
I really don't want all these haters to know me
All I do is win, who the fuck wants to lose?
Just give me the ball, ima snap chris paul do whatever I choose
Tap that pussy like duck duck goose, If you wanna hang bitch nigga get loose
And if he throw his hands up he gon have a missing tooth, Klocked In
You know I don't try my lines is too viscous
Ballin like the 2004 pistons
And you know Klocked In does not want y'all bitches
Shit y'all might as well go ahead and keep wishing
I'm runnin, and you know I'm counting money
All you gotta do is add a dime piece, fuck bitches get money then punt it
Better than meek mill wale hunnit
If you gotta ball mutha fucka just tuck it
Yeah bitch nigga that fo-satchi and yo black ass better not even touch it
Young nigga move that dope
Give her this dick, make that pussy do a split
After that bitch lick my fuckin tip, don't spit
These niggas too spiteful, full of shit like a dice roll
Can't fuck with these hatin niggas, cause they faking niggas no lipo
And you know I bring alive every fucking beat, so how the fuck is my lyrics dead?
How the fuck y'all gon talk about my rappin? y'all niggas can't make a bed
Everytime I spit, I just go in, I don't hear no crickets
If y'all wanna rap y'all gon need my permission, and you niggas sweet, grand theft auto mission
Who the fuck told you, you balling like Kobe, naw fuck nigga owe me, I'm selling that zach and that cody
My niggas we shoot like ginobli, I'm killin these beats, y'all fuck niggas can't hold me
You so hard? just show me, can't try to clone me
I'll have you laid up in a bed looking cozy
Yeah i got business, please don't be noisy
I really don't want all these haters to know me
All I do is win, who the fuck wants to lose?
Just give me the ball, ima snap chris paul do whatever I choose
Tap that pussy like duck duck goose, If you wanna hang bitch nigga get loose
And if he throw his hands up he gon have a missing tooth, Klocked In
You know I don't try my lines is too viscous
Ballin like the 2004 pistons
And you know Klocked In does not want y'all bitches
Shit y'all might as well go ahead and keep wishing
I'm runnin, and you know I'm counting money
All you gotta do is add a dime piece, fuck bitches get money then punt it
Better than meek mill wale hunnit
If you gotta ball mutha fucka just tuck it
Yeah bitch nigga that fo-satchi and yo black ass better not even touch it