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'Cookies' Freestyle
- Nigga, I love cookies.
- I respect yo shit unfully.
- At full speed I thrust in pussy.
- Might call the jury to peace treat.
- Can't view you uniquely.
- Post shit for the game routinely, then dissapear like Houdini.
- I feel like Diddy.
- No, shit, I mean in my wildest dreams, to say that I'd need rye whiskey,
- Chug it at a flying speed, make my ass fumble blindingly,
- Where does gen jeezy live?
- That nice barely city, my g.
- He's fucked up, obesity, my nigga.
- He try to fuck, he ain't go deep.
- He try to rap, his bars ain't sleek.
- I'm rhymin', prayin', hopin' he leaves.
- I'm dyin', my nigga.
- Fuck Beyonce, ain't no bee queen, because of...
- And fuck the Jay z, nigga up with diddy and with Epstein.
- He call out hits for his wife now cuz his friend didn't like biggie.
- Still he's a bitch and ill, destroyed by nas, and still get dick riding.
- Shit ain't even excited, I'm cryin', took many a years hitchhikin'
- Now you niggas remindin' of hobos, gangsters you're describin'?
- Some bitches just ain't invited, you're better off going into hiding
- At midnight, you'd get to feelin' your iris as
- blood pour out from a gun shot wound to the side of the head
- Your other one fell out, you're legally, medically called 'empty in the head'
- Braindead, little bitch.
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