Y'all niggas know what it is
When I show up, the energy switch in this motherf*cker (King Cole)
Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches
Made the ho book her own flight, I'm type vicious
Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate
So much bread I think I got white privilege (Gangsta)
Access to five-star rooms and white bitches
I dreamed it like Bing Crosby, dreamed a white Christmas
After shows f*ckin' on the slutty snow bunnies
I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters
And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few
She had dreams of f*ckin' Cole and even her father would approve, yeah
(Ye-yes, honey, you can f*ck him)
Look what a dollar bill'll do
Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you
Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too
(Will that be all, sir?) That'll do
Get money attitude
You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule
Netflix when you come through, they ask
"You niggas still watchin'?" On the TV prompt
She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top
I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not
You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped
I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop
Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop
Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall
I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore
Henny pour on any floor
Pain seepin' out my memories' pores
Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow
It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow
But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro
I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow
I'm ill, f*ck how you feel
Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille for your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell
Nigga
You know what I mean?
And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen (yeah)
I appreciate you for comin' out tonight
Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time
Same time, same location (hahahaha)
We known to f*ck shit up every time we step on this motherf*ckin' stage
That's right
And this is just a mixtape (ha)
You asked for it
E, what up?
Freedom of Speech Video (MV)
Performed By: Dreamville
From Album: D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape
Written by: Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Jacob Brian Dutton, Jermaine Lamar Cole
Dreamville - Freedom of Speech Lyrics
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Y'all niggas know what it is
When I show up, the energy switch in this motherf*cker (King Cole)
Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches
Made the ho book her own flight, I'm type vicious
Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate
So much bread I think I got white privilege (Gangsta)
Access to five-star rooms and white bitches
I dreamed it like Bing Crosby, dreamed a white Christmas
After shows f*ckin' on the slutty snow bunnies
I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters
And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few
She had dreams of f*ckin' Cole and even her father would approve, yeah
(Ye-yes, honey, you can f*ck him)
Look what a dollar bill'll do
Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you
Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too
(Will that be all, sir?) That'll do
Get money attitude
You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule
Netflix when you come through, they ask
"You niggas still watchin'?" On the TV prompt
She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top
I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not
You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped
I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop
Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop
Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall
I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore
Henny pour on any floor
Pain seepin' out my memories' pores
Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow
It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow
But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro
I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow
I'm ill, f*ck how you feel
Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille for your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell
Nigga
You know what I mean?
And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen (yeah)
I appreciate you for comin' out tonight
Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time
Same time, same location (hahahaha)
We known to f*ck shit up every time we step on this motherf*ckin' stage
That's right
And this is just a mixtape (ha)
You asked for it
E, what up?
When I show up, the energy switch in this motherf*cker (King Cole)
Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches
Made the ho book her own flight, I'm type vicious
Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate
So much bread I think I got white privilege (Gangsta)
Access to five-star rooms and white bitches
I dreamed it like Bing Crosby, dreamed a white Christmas
After shows f*ckin' on the slutty snow bunnies
I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters
And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few
She had dreams of f*ckin' Cole and even her father would approve, yeah
(Ye-yes, honey, you can f*ck him)
Look what a dollar bill'll do
Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you
Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too
(Will that be all, sir?) That'll do
Get money attitude
You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule
Netflix when you come through, they ask
"You niggas still watchin'?" On the TV prompt
She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top
I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not
You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped
I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop
Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop
Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall
I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore
Henny pour on any floor
Pain seepin' out my memories' pores
Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow
It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow
But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro
I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow
I'm ill, f*ck how you feel
Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille for your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell
Nigga
You know what I mean?
And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen (yeah)
I appreciate you for comin' out tonight
Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time
Same time, same location (hahahaha)
We known to f*ck shit up every time we step on this motherf*ckin' stage
That's right
And this is just a mixtape (ha)
You asked for it
E, what up?
Writer: Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Jacob Brian Dutton, Jermaine Lamar Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
