Turn Out The Lights (Freewest) Freeway (Ft. Kanye West)
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[Intro: Freeway & Kanye West]
Yes!
Yeah, Kanye!
Philadelphia Freeway, uh
Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh
Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood
I'mma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood
Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
[Verse 1: Freeway]
The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish
The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus
Got the TEC clip, respect it
The turnpike bully, earn stripes, move yay
Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day
Wait, switch hustles nigga
Now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
Yes! The front line of the Roc
To through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Favre wit the Glock
Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine
Rep the Roc till I clock out
I make you clock out, put sumtin in ya brains
Yes!
Yeah, Kanye!
Philadelphia Freeway, uh
Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh
Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood
I'mma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood
Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
[Verse 1: Freeway]
The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish
The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus
Got the TEC clip, respect it
The turnpike bully, earn stripes, move yay
Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day
Wait, switch hustles nigga
Now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
Yes! The front line of the Roc
To through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Favre wit the Glock
Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine
Rep the Roc till I clock out
I make you clock out, put sumtin in ya brains
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