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Lincoln Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Cozart
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Anthony Copeland Jr.




Cozart - Lincoln Freestyle Lyrics




Rollin up that stuff
Bout to take a puff of this muhf*ckin must
Chillin in the cut a lotta niggas I can't trust
Keep that f*ckin 30 tucked for you niggas actin tough

Bout to call ya bluff if you think you got the guts
All up in ya bitches guts cause I know she like it rough
She know i'm f*ckin clutch looks at you like you sus
I'm stacking up my bucks so you know I'm poppin up

High as f*ck off this strong
Yeah I'm f*ckin rippin off this f*ckin bong
Jamming to this song while I'm in ya bitches thong
For you she don't respond while I'm f*ckin all night long

F*ckin all night long she ain't got my cell phone number
Smashed
Her out with my lumber put her ass into a slumber
Call me boy wonder shoot you up with that thumper
Bullets soundin like thunder Bear Grylls I'm a hunter

Take the f*ckin crown so I gotta pop these bottles
Only chillin wit some models so I'm pushing full throttle
Niggas gon get hostile but my niggas down to squabble
Ya brain is gonna topple gon be lookin f*ckin wobbled

Go to space in my shuttle
Sonic fast like a muscle but I'll knock you out like Knuckles
Ballin like i'm Russell Globetrotter wit my juggle
Never in no trouble so i keep it f*ckin subtle

Rollin up that stuff
Bout to take a puff of this muhf*ckin must
Chillin in the cut a lotta niggas I can't trust
Keep that f*ckin 30 tucked for you niggas actin tough

Bout to call ya bluff if you think you got the guts
All up in ya bitches guts cause I know she like it rough
She know I'm f*ckin clutch looks at you like you sus
I'm stacking up my bucks so you know I'm poppin up
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Rollin up that stuff
Bout to take a puff of this muhf*ckin must
Chillin in the cut a lotta niggas I can't trust
Keep that f*ckin 30 tucked for you niggas actin tough

Bout to call ya bluff if you think you got the guts
All up in ya bitches guts cause I know she like it rough
She know i'm f*ckin clutch looks at you like you sus
I'm stacking up my bucks so you know I'm poppin up

High as f*ck off this strong
Yeah I'm f*ckin rippin off this f*ckin bong
Jamming to this song while I'm in ya bitches thong
For you she don't respond while I'm f*ckin all night long

F*ckin all night long she ain't got my cell phone number
Smashed
Her out with my lumber put her ass into a slumber
Call me boy wonder shoot you up with that thumper
Bullets soundin like thunder Bear Grylls I'm a hunter

Take the f*ckin crown so I gotta pop these bottles
Only chillin wit some models so I'm pushing full throttle
Niggas gon get hostile but my niggas down to squabble
Ya brain is gonna topple gon be lookin f*ckin wobbled

Go to space in my shuttle
Sonic fast like a muscle but I'll knock you out like Knuckles
Ballin like i'm Russell Globetrotter wit my juggle
Never in no trouble so i keep it f*ckin subtle

Rollin up that stuff
Bout to take a puff of this muhf*ckin must
Chillin in the cut a lotta niggas I can't trust
Keep that f*ckin 30 tucked for you niggas actin tough

Bout to call ya bluff if you think you got the guts
All up in ya bitches guts cause I know she like it rough
She know I'm f*ckin clutch looks at you like you sus
I'm stacking up my bucks so you know I'm poppin up
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Writer: Anthony Copeland Jr.
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