Damn Freestyle Lyrics

[Dj Scratch for 5 Seconds]

[Someone with Deep Voice]
Lil' Matttttttttttt, I know your their
f*ck you then, I don't need you

[Lil' Matt: Talkin']
Yeah, this is Lil' Matt
f*ck dat bitch nigga I don't know him
My alb Tha Freestyles comin soon
My man Lil' Crippa in the house
Lil' Ed my cousin
Lil' Hustla my nigga
Hey let's go

[Verse 1: Lil' Matt]
My name is Lil' Matt
I came down the street
f*ck you nigga, I ain't crippin down your lane
I'm just sippin leen cutting a lil bit spleen
But you know me, I'm really free
If you want to be with me bitch nigga you ain't gonna be free
Last time I saw, I saw you crippin down my lane
f*ck you nigga comin crippin sippin down my f*ckin lane
Nigga you ashamed, you gon be framed
I'm a H-Town Reppa, Lil' Flip and others
Diamonds in your face like that bitch mothaf*cka

[Verse 2: Lil' Ed]
Lil' Ed is back
Sippin down my lane
Niggaz like you need to get f*ckin framed
But I'ma show you the true power
You know me, I ain't drinkin food powder
When I first went Down South, I had big mouth
Nigga I had a f*ckin house, with my cousin Lil' Matt's color-changin mouse
We like sippin leen sometimes cutting spleen
f*ck those niggaz that we don't like
Especially T.I. cause he a bitch
And we don't bitches that gon be a snitch

[Verse 3: Lil' Matt]
Joe Budden you a bitch
You need to stop rappin
f*ck you my nigga you need to go to club and start slappin
Go to church, and start clappin
Nigga you need to stop f*ckin, stop suckin
Bitch niggaz like you need to start farting
You don't know me, I'm a H-Town Reppa
I'm friends with Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Lil' Flip and Slim Thug
You need a hug, I'll turn you into a bug
Go to H-Town and you ain't makin love

[Verse 4: Lil' Hustle] Lil' Hustle got pure Mexican muscle is hustlin
f*ck about the Neon bitch nigga you ain't standin on corner like Deon
Lil Scrappy you a whore, you live on the floor
You ain't Neva eva eva eva knockin dat do'
You need mo' leen, if you come I'ma cut your spleen
I ain't crippin down yo' lane why you doin it to mine
f*ck you Lil Scrappy I'ma blow your mind break your spine
You don't look fine, you need batteries
f*ck you up and you'll get flattery
Lil' Hustle gots the muscle
Nigga you ain't got no hustle muscle you just got rustle

[Verse 5: Lil' Crippa]
Crippa in the buildin, you suck your pinus
Sippin down on your Uranus
Crippa representatin the Swisha House
I don't f*ckin live houses
My pet ain't a dog, it ain't a cat, it's my big hand slap on your face
You need to pick up the pace, go to outer space
Think about all the space you got with no space suit
Think you could breathe, suck it up and you'll be to your death
Crippa and Matt are best friends for life, bitch nigga don't talk about that Alley Life
Sippin on yo' lane, whatcha wanna do
I want to do what I want to do nigga

[Verse 6: Lil' Matt]
Lil' Matt again, gettin a new tat again
I'm supremely positive, I ain't a false again
Shit nigga you'll a bitch f*ckin snitch again
You know I'm sippin leen, I punched you, you bleed again
I gained a lot of respect, you just got slapped again
Flappin your wings, you know I got my bling bling
I been switcharoo, like a f*ckin kangaroo
My favorite number is ninety-nine, Joe Budden you owe me f*ckin 5million dimes
Nigga I need to shine what the hell you think I'm blind
f*ck you Joe Budden you just a hoe button
You ain't gonna be shit bitch nigga you ain't got the greatest hit

[All Four Talkin']

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