Leo - Seen It All Freestyle lyrics
[Leo - Seen It All Freestyle lyrics]
Yes! It's Leo Baby, Box Crew Baby
I think they should already know
What time it is! Year Of The Redshirt Baby!
The Boy is back!
They could only take me put for so long!
Uh uh yea, yea
Uh uh uhhhh
I go way too hard to give in or give up
(Tell Em)
I seen my parents get married then three
Weeks later I saw em split up (DAMN)
Now I'm about to cop the 24K gold
Chain say wassup to King Tut
Cuz that's the only times Dominicans
And Cubans ever link up
And I almost dropped out but it's funny
To me bitches still want the Bachelor
Boy, I've been a Master
Stay in school you can only do this
When you this good of a rapper
Maybe a trapper, I did that
Already, I'm a hustler baby
It ain't hard to tell
And I got bars too, the calls never drop
It ain't hard to sell
Name another nigga this nice, yet this rude
That can walk the walk back
It up like this dude
With so many different flows I
Can pick and choose
Then I throw this away this
One is so yesterday Ha!
Rap niggas make me sick
To the point I throw up
(huh) that's when I spit
Some shit you never heard've
Prolly make you quit
Or find another hobby, so please
Do not bother me
We would bounce from house to house
And my mom'll sleep from couch to couch
(DAMN) then I said Mami look at the
Struggle I'ma take you out (What else?)
Got the tears on my face but she tellin
Me that crying shit was not allowed
The only green I grew up
Around was really brussel sprouts
Try to Knock You Down Like Keri Hilson
But, I'm The Fresh Prince I
Get on my Will Smith (UH)
And I left Philly too
But the only difference is that my
Dad ain't Uncle Phil bitch!
Nigga this that real shit
Came with the method like Redman
Flow so cold you can eavesdrop on it
But I'm tryne make the deaf jam
Why you think I go hard for?
Flow so strong I am the Rapping Arnold
Came to terminate ya so please, do me a fava'
Hand over the bread and butter 'fore
We make y'all niggas suffer
(UGH) Flow too sick
Skinny nigga no toothpick
And I don't give two fucks
Y'all rap niggas really poo-put
Money Man Meetch on the beat and my
Niggas ride like A C E
And I snap like ACLs, niggas
Rap about their 3rd eye
But they still can't see me (HA)
(Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up) real shit that's facts
Nigga that's facts nigga
Year Of The Redshirt tell them wack
Rap niggas that I'm back nigga
I think they should already know
What time it is! Year Of The Redshirt Baby!
The Boy is back!
They could only take me put for so long!
Uh uh yea, yea
Uh uh uhhhh
I go way too hard to give in or give up
(Tell Em)
I seen my parents get married then three
Weeks later I saw em split up (DAMN)
Now I'm about to cop the 24K gold
Chain say wassup to King Tut
Cuz that's the only times Dominicans
And Cubans ever link up
And I almost dropped out but it's funny
To me bitches still want the Bachelor
Boy, I've been a Master
Stay in school you can only do this
When you this good of a rapper
Maybe a trapper, I did that
Already, I'm a hustler baby
It ain't hard to tell
And I got bars too, the calls never drop
It ain't hard to sell
Name another nigga this nice, yet this rude
That can walk the walk back
It up like this dude
With so many different flows I
Can pick and choose
Then I throw this away this
One is so yesterday Ha!
Rap niggas make me sick
To the point I throw up
(huh) that's when I spit
Some shit you never heard've
Prolly make you quit
Or find another hobby, so please
Do not bother me
We would bounce from house to house
And my mom'll sleep from couch to couch
(DAMN) then I said Mami look at the
Struggle I'ma take you out (What else?)
Got the tears on my face but she tellin
Me that crying shit was not allowed
The only green I grew up
Around was really brussel sprouts
Try to Knock You Down Like Keri Hilson
But, I'm The Fresh Prince I
Get on my Will Smith (UH)
And I left Philly too
But the only difference is that my
Dad ain't Uncle Phil bitch!
Nigga this that real shit
Came with the method like Redman
Flow so cold you can eavesdrop on it
But I'm tryne make the deaf jam
Why you think I go hard for?
Flow so strong I am the Rapping Arnold
Came to terminate ya so please, do me a fava'
Hand over the bread and butter 'fore
We make y'all niggas suffer
(UGH) Flow too sick
Skinny nigga no toothpick
And I don't give two fucks
Y'all rap niggas really poo-put
Money Man Meetch on the beat and my
Niggas ride like A C E
And I snap like ACLs, niggas
Rap about their 3rd eye
But they still can't see me (HA)
(Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up) real shit that's facts
Nigga that's facts nigga
Year Of The Redshirt tell them wack
Rap niggas that I'm back nigga