paroles de chanson Gaithersburg Freestyle (feat. C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo, Fat Trel, & ADÉ) - Logic
Suicide
my
doors
Fuckin'
all
these
hoes
(yo,
they
call
me
DJBossPlayer)
All
my
chains,
they
glow,
killing
all
these
shows
Yeah
(The
hottest
DJ
in
College
Park
history)
Suicide
my
doors,
fucking
all
these
hoes
(Right
now)
I'm
bringing
you
the
chosen
one
out
of
Gaithersburg,
Maryland)
All
my
chains
They
glow,
killing
all
these
shows
Yeah
(eighteen
projects
over
ten
years)
Suicide
my
doors,
fucking
all
these
hoes
(We're
taking
it
back
to
the
basement)
All
my
chains,
they
glow,
killing
all
these
shows
Yeah
(Big
Lenbo,
C
Dot
Castro)
Suicide
my
doors,
fucking
all
these
hoes
(The
one
and
only
6ix
and
the
motherfucking
GOAT)
All
my
chains,
they
glow,
killing
all
these
shows
Yeah
(Logic,
it's
2011,
y'all!
yeah,
uh)
Back
to
the
beats,
back
to
the
streets,
back
with
the
heat
Motherfucker
don't
rap
indiscreet
(back
to
the
back
to
the)
Back
to
the
beats,
back
to
the
streets,
back
with
the
heat
Motherfucker
don't
rap
indiscreet
I
pack
heat,
drop
bars
at
U
Street
Float
like
a
genie
and
I'm
dropping
bars
at
Bohemian
Bitches
are
here
to
be
screaming,
Bobby
in
the
basement,
dreaming
Me
and
my
homies,
we
scheming,
tryna
get
a
dollar,
we
fiending,
ah
I'm
just
tryna
get
it
for
the
EBT,
bitch,
real
niggas
never
switch
I
run
the
game
like
a
Switch,
used
to
bus
tables
just
for
the
tips
Now
these
bitches
begging
me
for
the
tip
of
my
dick
Watch
out,
I
punch
and
roll
over
the
kick
I
got
more
stories
than
Slick
I
got
more
stories
than
Rick
Motherfucker,
take
your
pick
Pick
me
out
of
that
lineup
Did
the
crime,
yup,
now
my
time's
up
Got
out
the
box
and
I
got
in
my
bag
Now
all
of
these
bad
bitches
try
and
fuck
'Cause
I'm
pulling
up
in
the
"what
the
fuck
is
that?"
Comin'
from
where
I'm
from,
gotta
tuck
the
strap
Knuck
if
you
buck,
if
you
bust,
I'm
busting
back
No
one
I
trust
enough,
'cause
my
love
is
tapped
Say
that
she
want
it
to
last,
good
luck
with
that
Bitch,
I
just
want
the
racks,
can't
text
you
back
'Cause
my
thumbs
are
too
numb,
I've
been
thumbing
through
cash
You
niggas
is
bums,
you
rummage
through
trash
Throw
a
couple
ones
in
your
cup,
then
I
dash
I'm
one
of
one,
but
not
the
one
that
you
wanna
try
to
run
up
Run
up
and
I
get
you
done
up
When
the
summer
come,
you
know
I'ma
sun
up
Swear
I'ma
son
a
son
just
for
the
come-up
Need
another
lump,
been
fuckin'
these
blunts
up
Looked
at
the
gun
just
for
fuckin'
my
fun
up
Pumping
your
gums,
motherfucker,
just
shut
up
Who
fuckin'
with
that?
I'm
ready
to
bat
All
about
peace,
so
I
stay
with
a
gat
I
stay
strapped,
but
not
for
no
money
I'm
takin'
it
back,
no
takin'
it
from
me
You
know
it's
a
fact,
I
stay
with
the
honeys
Up
in
that
Impala,
you
wanna
just
holler
I
stay
with
the
bread,
I
stay
with
the
toast
You
motherfuckers
out
here
doin'
the
most
We
do
it
for
real,
you
front
for
the
post
(yeah)
Y'all
niggas
is
gross
Man,
fuck
all
that
other
shit
that
nigga
talking
about
(talking
about)
Don't
try
to
catch
me
and
Vic',
I'ma
chalk
them
out
(blaow)
Beefing
is
beefing,
it
ain't
shit
to
talk
about
I
want
the
smoke,
you
want
the
smoke
(smoke)
I
got
a
hundred-round
drum
in
the
chop'
And
this
shit
get
to
rocking
when
I
get
the
load
(brrt)
I
might
just
run
up
a
hundred
And
book
me
a
nigga
and
really
pull
up
to
his
show
(go)
You
niggas
must
be
mistaken
The
fuck
is
you
takin',
you
thinkin'
'bout
robbing
me?
No
(Bitch,
no)
I'm
with
my
youngins
and
we
getting
money
(money)
This
shit
really
nothin',
I
got
it,
you
want
it
(phew)
It's
comin'
in
bricks
Smoking
three-hundred
to
ship
I
got
your
house
on
my
wrist
(phew)
I'm
newly
rich,
so
I
might
bounce
in
a
minute
(minute)
She
call
me
"Babe"
and
I'm
in
it
(in
it)
I
really
get
it,
all
of
this
money
I'm
spending
I
act
like
this
shit
ain't
no
limit
(woah)
Bitch,
I'm
with
the
gang,
I'm
rolling
with
gods
(gods)
Just
look
in
my
eyes,
you
see
that
I'm
high
(high)
I'm
rolling
with
slime
(slime),
you
might
see
a
.9
(.9)
I
really
come
put
this
fact
shit
on
your
mind
The
shit
that
I'm
drinking
three-hundred
a
line
But
you
got
to
suck
it,
you
not
even
tryin'
(mwah)
Meet
me
in
a
second,
I'm
pressing
for
time
Hold
up,
shorty
boy
gon'
go
die,
bitch
(yeah,
hm)
Who
real
as
they
come?
(who
real
as
they
come?)
Been
here
a
minute,
but
still
isn't
done
The
stable
be
killing
shit,
killing
the
rhyme
Can't
handle
my
business,
my
feelings
are
done
Came
out
the
mud,
so
the
ceiling
is
none
3-0-1
where
I'm
from
Make
a
wrong
turn,
get
killed
with
the
pump
Young
ADÉ,
they
know
my
name
In
2011,
had
Phil
in
the
front
Now
I'm
in
back
of
the
back,
my
hat
to
the
back
With
your
other
half
and
some
'yac
She
throwing
it
back
like
Manning,
I'm
planning
on
giving
her
back
Now
how
you
gonna
act?
Do
it
too
big,
can't
minimize
that
I
live
in
iMacs,
I'm
getting
my
scratch
Life
is
a
bitch,
make
her
sit
in
my
lap,
I
finished
my
rap
1 Cruisin’ Through the Universe (feat. RZA)
2 Wake Up (feat. Lucy Rose)
3 Lightsabers (feat. C Dot Castro)
4 Clone Wars III
5 Redpill VII
6 Playwright (feat. Andy Hull)
7 Gaithersburg Freestyle (feat. C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo, Fat Trel, & ADÉ)
8 Insipio
9 Self Medication (feat. Seth MacFarlane, Redman, & Statik Selektah)
10 Shimmy (feat. Joey Bada$$)
11 Paradise II (feat. Norah Jones)
12 Come on Down (feat. Jordan Harris)
13 Village Slum
14 Highlife
15 38.9897 °N, 76.9378 °W (feat. C Dot Castro & Big Lenbo)
16 Ayo (feat. Bun B & Lil Keke)
17 Lightyear
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