L.O.L Freestyle by Yamine Lyrics

Quote from the song “L.O.L Freestyle” by Yamine

(Intro)
Yeah yeah Yamine Lil Baby

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “L.O.L Freestyle”

• Featuring: Melly X
• Produced: Yamine
• Written: Yamine
• Release Date: January 4, 2022

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “L.O.L Freestyle” Released in 2022

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(Intro)
Yeah yeah Yamine Lil Baby

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(Verse 1: Yamine)
Laugh out loud, Yamine and Lil Baby in this bitch
I got the switch, pull out the stick
We gon go hunting for opposition
Back in the kitchen, all of you bitches
Dump that nigga body up in them ditches yeah

(Verse 2: Lil Baby)

(Verse 3 Yamine)
Backends on backends my accountant a black-man
I fucked his hoe and she was a Cavs Fan
I got the money, my bank’s where the cash at
I drop a bag and we got yo location
We pacing, all of my homies is Asian
We also dealing with haitians, hating
Cocaine we got from Brazil, all of my niggas is real
They know how I feel
Money laundered overseas, I am a champion
Kingpin probably fits me
First I get a degree, they see I’m innocent all my guys know me
I will be freed, charges be droppin no fees
Now all of my niggas can eat
Cheese, I’m stacking these chips, flippin a brick
All of his opps are a bitch
GDs don’ switched, you dissed a gang and you it
How is he free? homie you snitched
Courtcase told me you did, your lawyer got sent to pen
Look what you did, all for some pizza
This nigga was smoking that reefer
Ash on the sneakers, I got the beamer
Blow up his spot, make him a believer
Of God, he was fraud
Go grab the bible and get on your knees for your wrongs
Homie you flawed
All of that shit in yo draws
Had his bitch damn near locked jaw
Better know your right from wrong
Or your left to pipe
If you lie you gon’ see the light, maybe tonight
His girl is a dyke, Sierra is missed, I fuck with Sprite
Lean and syrup in my program, I don’t pay taxes fuck Uncle Sam
Graham’s the name, but he goes fishing
For your snakes caught up in the digits
Sandpaper, same labor
No baby that nigga flavored