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Calling My Spirit Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Studewood Freddie
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Freddie Thomas jr




Studewood Freddie - Calling My Spirit Freestyle Lyrics




Feelin like Paul wit mic I prefer goose on ice gotta shoot first who fight

I don't really care for a voucher
Niggas be lien they ain't got u

Bitches be in on it too
Even gotta watch yo own crew

Cuz niggas plot and scheme like screw
It's studewood freddie in ya ear
Spitting free game dats a gift
Deep in da paint like wilt
Drowning my pain in a blunt
Boy I got da heart of a runt
Always stay on da hunt
Talking bout dem dead caucasians
Now y'all callin me a racists
Trappin ain't so underrated
Mad Dey can't tax my money
Tight can't take shit from me
Da prison got most of my homies
Shit gettin realer and realer
Everybody wanna be a Killa
Chillin wit Dre and scrilla
A ride fa my hood like a spartan
Ditchin dem o's call me harden
Fadin dez bitches grant hill
3 fa da 20 dats a steal
Beating on da pack like Ike
I don't do fronts it ain't even no might
Most of dez niggas don't got no might
Most of these bitches ain't got life
I stay in my lane 1deep
Money Mitch I keep my money neat
Still runnin down on this beat
Sometimes a nigga can't sleep
Dreams of my potna killa me
I don't wanna have to serve my Nigga this heat
Neva love a bitch cuz da bitch gone cheat
TLC dem bitches gone creep
Neva wear your heart on yo sleeve
Trappin off my droid hittin licks
I will neva trail I'm always in da mix
Sbf nigga jump out wit da stixs
Heard u sneak dissin in ya facebook pics
I don't give a damn u can suck my dick
R.i.p blvdquick r.i.p da real gee money why Dey takin good Muzik from meh
Keep me a jacket cuz the world so cold
Hustle and flow gotta stay in my mode
Rode on da tro wit a whole damn load
Driver was cool act like she didn't know
Got to the crib chick gave me some throat
Dis jungle book bitch and I'm mogli
Just up da price and my licks don't know it
Had to cross country just so I can score it
Da shit gets deep but I ain't no poet
Bak sip oil give me luck wen he pour it
I'm still that same nigga that I was back in Burrus
Bitch I stay fly pterodactyl
Broke boi u counting on Santa
U just puttin on fa da camera
I gotta look good fa my mama
My sista beat ya ass kitana
My big brother guns osamas
I'll pop yo ass no Samus
I'm tryna look good fa da summa
Pull up n June like December
Wats da definition of remember
10 toes reppin my symbol
Bitch I been him since da kennel
I don't need Malcom in the middle
I ain't got time for a riddle
Tryna touch over 2figures
On a dro corner in my Jordan's
Got this from Marvin the Martian
Shoppin wit me is like shoppin at target
Got good dope goin for a nice bargain
Been on my hustle nigga not just startin
All my dawgs bite Dey not wit da barkin
Nigga u ain't stiff so cut da malarkey
I gotta strap up becareful no cardi
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Feelin like Paul wit mic I prefer goose on ice gotta shoot first who fight

I don't really care for a voucher
Niggas be lien they ain't got u

Bitches be in on it too
Even gotta watch yo own crew

Cuz niggas plot and scheme like screw
It's studewood freddie in ya ear
Spitting free game dats a gift
Deep in da paint like wilt
Drowning my pain in a blunt
Boy I got da heart of a runt
Always stay on da hunt
Talking bout dem dead caucasians
Now y'all callin me a racists
Trappin ain't so underrated
Mad Dey can't tax my money
Tight can't take shit from me
Da prison got most of my homies
Shit gettin realer and realer
Everybody wanna be a Killa
Chillin wit Dre and scrilla
A ride fa my hood like a spartan
Ditchin dem o's call me harden
Fadin dez bitches grant hill
3 fa da 20 dats a steal
Beating on da pack like Ike
I don't do fronts it ain't even no might
Most of dez niggas don't got no might
Most of these bitches ain't got life
I stay in my lane 1deep
Money Mitch I keep my money neat
Still runnin down on this beat
Sometimes a nigga can't sleep
Dreams of my potna killa me
I don't wanna have to serve my Nigga this heat
Neva love a bitch cuz da bitch gone cheat
TLC dem bitches gone creep
Neva wear your heart on yo sleeve
Trappin off my droid hittin licks
I will neva trail I'm always in da mix
Sbf nigga jump out wit da stixs
Heard u sneak dissin in ya facebook pics
I don't give a damn u can suck my dick
R.i.p blvdquick r.i.p da real gee money why Dey takin good Muzik from meh
Keep me a jacket cuz the world so cold
Hustle and flow gotta stay in my mode
Rode on da tro wit a whole damn load
Driver was cool act like she didn't know
Got to the crib chick gave me some throat
Dis jungle book bitch and I'm mogli
Just up da price and my licks don't know it
Had to cross country just so I can score it
Da shit gets deep but I ain't no poet
Bak sip oil give me luck wen he pour it
I'm still that same nigga that I was back in Burrus
Bitch I stay fly pterodactyl
Broke boi u counting on Santa
U just puttin on fa da camera
I gotta look good fa my mama
My sista beat ya ass kitana
My big brother guns osamas
I'll pop yo ass no Samus
I'm tryna look good fa da summa
Pull up n June like December
Wats da definition of remember
10 toes reppin my symbol
Bitch I been him since da kennel
I don't need Malcom in the middle
I ain't got time for a riddle
Tryna touch over 2figures
On a dro corner in my Jordan's
Got this from Marvin the Martian
Shoppin wit me is like shoppin at target
Got good dope goin for a nice bargain
Been on my hustle nigga not just startin
All my dawgs bite Dey not wit da barkin
Nigga u ain't stiff so cut da malarkey
I gotta strap up becareful no cardi
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Writer: Freddie Thomas jr
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