Lyrics Campfire Freestyle - VVS

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Mouv' (uh)
DJ MUXXA
Uh
I don't wanna know, I'ma fall down, uh

I ain't finna fall down
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby, call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
I'm finna ball out
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, in the bedroom, all out

Percs on the counter, I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter, I can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don't really know how to say it, but I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it, but she can take it
I don't slow it down unless I'm in The Matrix
Presidential brain, that bitch like Sarah Palin
Here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, it's a miracle
In the trap house singin' negro spirituals, yeah
Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap
Goin' entry linin'
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timin'
Yeah, I guess that means that the stars alignin', uh

Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat, reclinin'
I call that shit perfect timin'
I'm in another country gettin' new money
My money, it had depression, yeah, that's blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or somethin'
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or somethin'

Uh, uh, listen to the way that I flow on this shit
It's off the top like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene then you get knocked like the bass back
Put the MAC-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, ha
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh
And that's where the bitch put her face–