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Freeflow Video (MV)




Performed By: Loui Medz
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Luis Medina




Loui Medz - Freeflow Lyrics




This a new wave no micro
Michael from Halloween bitch I'm a psycho
I didn't get this beat from YouTube
Sorry lil buddy you can not recycle

Stop all the bitching, get off of your cycle
Boys keep bitchin get popped in your pie hole
Millis and 40s and rifles
Loaded and ready for all of my rivals

Ima stay high give a f*ck bout no fly zone
Getting this cheese now my wallet a calzone
I don't like selling nothing by the g
If you shopping with me at least get you a zone

Get u a bow I got ties in these streets
Some people be salty some people too sweet
Can't trust nobody they not what they see
A lick for a thousand's a broke suckas dream

Damn smoking these green eggs and ham
Back at the spot with my brodies my fam
We gettin litty gadamn it gadamn
Me and my bitch like lady and the tramp

I mean me and my chick doggy style at the trap
She backing it up while I weigh it and bag
Ooo she going to school
But don't get it twisted she can act a fool
Aye

I'm bout my chips like casinos
I'm bout my cheese like a pizza from Gino's
I'm bout that action Loui Tarantino
You can get stitched like Lilo
Aye

Might take a trip to Hawaii
Roll up a bleezy full off Maui Wawi
Munching on fried calamari
Sorry for flexing sorry not sorry

Well well what do we have here
Couple bullets if you get near
F*ck boys I do not fear
You can help me earn my first tear

Talking your shit from a distance
Can't hear you clear
Come close to my ear
Get slapped like the bitch that you are
Talking and talking I swear that you weird
Ain't worried about you like really at all

Don't try to be tough on the web
You're not a goon you a brat
And do not be sending no threats
Someone you know will get wacked
Aye

I don't feel special but I got some folks that treat me and love me like that
Rapping bout bricks you ain't never flipped
And guns you don't have whole lot of cap

Fingers itching for the paper
Hit up my barber got me on the taper
I'm independent don't need a damn label
Telling my story not making up fables

Homie got cane but his name is not Able
Weighing the work all out in the table
Bout to make a quick flip at Quik Trip
I swear laws watching like we on cable

I was surviving cause of the game
Got caught with some things so I had to pay
Promised to God I was gonna quit
I went legit but I haven't changed

I got addictions to heal the pain
Even if it's for the moment
Got to enjoy all the little things
Cause freedom and life could be gone in the moment
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English

This a new wave no micro
Michael from Halloween bitch I'm a psycho
I didn't get this beat from YouTube
Sorry lil buddy you can not recycle

Stop all the bitching, get off of your cycle
Boys keep bitchin get popped in your pie hole
Millis and 40s and rifles
Loaded and ready for all of my rivals

Ima stay high give a f*ck bout no fly zone
Getting this cheese now my wallet a calzone
I don't like selling nothing by the g
If you shopping with me at least get you a zone

Get u a bow I got ties in these streets
Some people be salty some people too sweet
Can't trust nobody they not what they see
A lick for a thousand's a broke suckas dream

Damn smoking these green eggs and ham
Back at the spot with my brodies my fam
We gettin litty gadamn it gadamn
Me and my bitch like lady and the tramp

I mean me and my chick doggy style at the trap
She backing it up while I weigh it and bag
Ooo she going to school
But don't get it twisted she can act a fool
Aye

I'm bout my chips like casinos
I'm bout my cheese like a pizza from Gino's
I'm bout that action Loui Tarantino
You can get stitched like Lilo
Aye

Might take a trip to Hawaii
Roll up a bleezy full off Maui Wawi
Munching on fried calamari
Sorry for flexing sorry not sorry

Well well what do we have here
Couple bullets if you get near
F*ck boys I do not fear
You can help me earn my first tear

Talking your shit from a distance
Can't hear you clear
Come close to my ear
Get slapped like the bitch that you are
Talking and talking I swear that you weird
Ain't worried about you like really at all

Don't try to be tough on the web
You're not a goon you a brat
And do not be sending no threats
Someone you know will get wacked
Aye

I don't feel special but I got some folks that treat me and love me like that
Rapping bout bricks you ain't never flipped
And guns you don't have whole lot of cap

Fingers itching for the paper
Hit up my barber got me on the taper
I'm independent don't need a damn label
Telling my story not making up fables

Homie got cane but his name is not Able
Weighing the work all out in the table
Bout to make a quick flip at Quik Trip
I swear laws watching like we on cable

I was surviving cause of the game
Got caught with some things so I had to pay
Promised to God I was gonna quit
I went legit but I haven't changed

I got addictions to heal the pain
Even if it's for the moment
Got to enjoy all the little things
Cause freedom and life could be gone in the moment
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Writer: Luis Medina
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