Freeway - All the Way Live lyrics

Freeway [Philly Freezer]

[Freeway - All the Way Live lyrics]

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Hol' up, hol' up yeah, yeah
Woah, woah hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, yeah woah, woah

Keep off the covered in gold
Blowin' a check, yeah
Bad bitches on deck (bitches on deck)
All the way, all the way live, yeah
All the way, all the way live, yeah
All the way, all the way (all the way)
All the way, all the way live, yeah yeah
Wouldn't let no we in the city
Homie we litty hundred thou' new
All the way, all the way live, yeah
All the way, all the way live, yeah
All the way, all the way (all the way)
All the way, all the way live, yeah

Ran rap a lot of Summers
Boy, I trap a lot of numbers
Had to school a lot of young ones
Boy, I raised a lot of hustlers
In the ghetto where they cut throat
Dust smoke turn to gun smoke
Slide by in that wide body
Shit look like a tug rope

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