T. Watkins
T. is 92 years old.
T. is located in London at Highgate Cemetery.
T. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to do nothing in order to get ahead professionally.
FreeStylin'
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Song Details
FreeStylin' is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Moderato. The music is sweet and the lyrics are great. The song was written 2/21/2011 by T. Watkins. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
17 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
Hip Hop |
| Owner: |
Kings Of Royalty |
| First Revealed: |
3/5/2011 |
Dominant Instruments
Rapper
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
[Talwin "Da lyricist" Watkins]
I leave hoes confused, like a riddle or maze
Treat bitches like cell phones, I throw dey ass away
My time is today I got tight rhymes, I rhyme for pay
If my rapping fall off/ bitch I'ma grind today
Who's to say, that tomorrow's promised to me
I'ma wreck and make sho, that people pay homage to me
I'm as bomb as can be, call me a-bomb-ible snowman
Like Busta Rhymes, I'm a phenominal show man
I'm bout to blow man, sho to wear my style
Niggaz run up bumping, then they gon catch a fucking pile
Driver, nigga I'm flyer
Innovative, thinking of shit like I'm McGyver
You live but I'm liver, and I'm gonna achieve my goal
Get outta my way, or I'm knocking out obstacles
I got's to go, nothing is impossible
Invisible drug or not, bitch I'm unstoppable...
[Chorus]
Freestylin', Freestylin'
All My Niggas Freestylin', Freestylin' x2
[Jerome "J-Rome" Kearsey]
Catch me, in that Bentley drop
My flow's so fuckin' hot, that when you play it bitch ima make ya speakers pop
I spit game call me dat nigga J-Rome, I got the golden glow
You want some mo', well listen while this pimp write
In the hood, niggaz know that I'm thuggish
Strapped up with Macks, cats know that I'm busting
Tite squint, with that left eye
Cause my aim is on, when my aim is on your brains is gone
Damn, what happened to that boy
He fucked up, I put a clip in that nigga his
Mama raised up a Nutt, so don't push me nigga
I'm a G, I ain't no mo'fuckin pussy nigga
I hit haters where it hurt, make 'em put on a skirt
I lay dem niggas to rest i put em six feet unda',
I'm in the club, like 50 do it but don't push me to it
Cause the Tite'll end plex, before you knew it
Yeah, a dirty nigga out the dirty South
Executing these fake gangstas, hushing they mouth
I'me one hundred like a Benjamin, you better vest your crew
Before these two, fuck around and hit your men...
[Jordan "JB" Burns]
Comin up in this bitch, smokin kush getting rich, shoot a nigga and his bitch, all the bitches call me JB ridin in that G-T, iight bruh let's me see, who's on the shit list,Close your eyes and point Tyrone, watch your boy JB pop his dome You don't like what I say, that shit's ok
Your bitch ass probably gave your girl, swanging my way
Now get crunk with a playa, when you hear my flow
I keep it real when I go, watch my fan base grow
I use to rap about hoes, getting pussy with nothing
Had to chill that shit out, man I'm tired of fucking
Got a scheme, that's gonna give this boy fame a boost
Less time in the cooch, all day in the booth
And I'ma keep spitting hits, so boy get use to
Killa lyrics to bob your head, and fucking get loose too, fuck too, get high too this ya boy JB killin this shit let me get off the mic before i get serious in this bitch...