Lyrics FREESTYLE 44 (feat. Cleo's Trademark) - PSEUDODEMONIO

3, 2, 1
Gotta Blast
Into the stars
To buy candy bars
Rides a kid with a knack for inventions
With a superpowered mind
A mechanical canine
*Bark, bark*
He rescues the day from sure destruction
Cosmos you made this
This is the-

Came to the L in this bitch In a nice uber
Slide on this bitch- on my dick like this was a scooter
Pull up to the block 44 we looking for the shooters
Yo' bitch hit my line, big titties like she work at Hooters
Running big steppers you get hit like you was a goomba
Ratatouille lookin' for the cheese man we eating 'gooda.'

Bass-heavy Audi Q8 shit feel like a dream
Yo bitch kinda sandy cheeks we bustin nuts can't see the cream
Look inside the window bitch you gonna see two scopes and beams
Feel like EyeAmInk the way I be up in them sheets and mean
We still livin' in poverty but totin' knocks and sipping lean}
Pass me that muhfuckin' badass charger my shit bouta blink
Whippin' crack up on the stove a hunnid dishes in my sink
Cap my ass like I was doctor king speaking in DC

Now I'm throwing up the *three*
Keep my bitches by the *two*
Know I hit that bitch once them I'm out like-
Gotta blast

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Assass- nope, hold on