Hallarang Freestyle

Frick Cloot

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S C R I P T E D

ETERNITY Alternative (Prod. 1Genereux)

Untitled | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by Frick Da Goat)

FRICK

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FRICK (ATL Lilkris30 Remix)

since pbs kids ivve been trappin
walk up on ur homie like what happened 
we dont fuck with dude get to stabbin 
take what i say too serious im jus yappin

i dont wanna talk if ur just gonna vent
dont look at my bank statements hate what i just spent
weed pack so rancid smoke it till i cant
there she goes again now this bitch is gonna rant

yeah this bitch is gonna rant
took another pill and the plane aint even land
im jus sippin sizzurp till i cannot even stand
we dont kiss in public i dont even hold her hand

imma walk up in that bitch with my racks
smoke pack then im finna eat till im fat
no cap rlly just ate then i dashed
swear i had some pinks in my pocket need a nap

took another pink then a blue that shit purple
gas got me squintin i need glasses like im urkel
bitch in the crib and she thro it like a circle
sittin in the corner off a dab im non verbal

shuvit to a crook with a j in my mouth
did a kick flip now yo bitch in my house
yeah im on the comeup doin big shit now
switch to the 50 with a big flip out

feel like elon with a rocket
no this aint a space ship yeah im jus gone cock it
seen him then i shot him and i ran his fuckin pockets
pussy you aint on shit rlly u jus talk it

i dont wanna talk if ur just gonna vent
dont look at my bank statements hate what i just spent
weed pack so rancid smoke it till i cant
there she goes again now this bitch is gonna rant

rant (mercyyy)

What The Frick

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Lyrics:

Y’all don’t wanna see me, on my cocky shit, hot as a sauna, you’re a gonna when like Rocky hit, knocked to the floor, then I socked ‘em some more, we can do it on TV, any territory, tour, your request, the best is this, scary story, is I ain’t even right off my meds, my beds in sight, bed being graves, sad seeing waves of my mom and pops, laying ‘em down, aight, but forever displaying my crown, right? I’m the props giver, but where did mine go? Hype the type to make the snobs quiver, they sobs bitter, I’m a lobs that game winner to myself, off the backboard, no slack, scored nine mo’, than my span I ran of being best, one, add it up and that stuff ya get is 10 outta 10, beginners ain’t an acclaim getter, they gotta shelf the crazy talk when they lazy walk, ya may say ya slay but what day do you actually go crazy, chalk it up to bluff, and by the way if some come off, mean, pouter, when ya ain’t accolading, that shit bound to sound so faint on the mic like an echo fading, snuff the fakes out, max cool I be, me and the rest who done spun, noth-ing, we be real deal, no hands plotting plans around wack back like cuffing, can ya feel it? This, thing, bling! I stands, a rotting mans, but I admit this mad shit, I’m fit enough to be tough to see rough is what my mental state is, been foul like Raiders, fuck it, of Lost Ark or Vegas, the cost spark self haters, debaters, naysayers, in the mind, a bind find for A is, all the above, above, above. Show no love, gotta lotta push in me, go shove, my hushin’ demons, say the shit, just spray the shit! Cushion my blows? My foes knows none of that, friends that ends, why they eye me in the first place? Watch ya back, catch a smack talk behind it, rewind and you meant to do better, you in no debt for, favors I did, the worst case is the saviors as kid that you still hold on ‘em, like ya sold on ‘em, will I have told on ‘em, I mean, if I seen unspeakable, hmmm, the cycle spins, it ends when ya then tongue reekable, stinks to hear the psycho grins, my thinks is clear, to me truly but what to you? Morse Code? If ya force load of knowledge upon, they’ll wish ya done, ya just a bore, I must implore, that and that I at no place to stop, face the drop, embrace him space and eat this fucking treat of slop.

Treat Of Slop (Prod. frickerman23)

I detta avsnitt av Global Gains intervjuar vi Lars Frick, aktieanalyschef på Aktiespararna, om de största megatrenderna inom hälsosektorn och vilka aktier han tror mest på just nu. Samtalet leds av Pär Ståhl och Karl Lans.
Besök oss på: globalgainsnews.substack.com/

Lars Frick om megatrender och bästa hälsovårdsaktierna

MONEY GANG SHIT EVERY DAY, EVERYWHERE; unfortunately, does not appear in this cypher, for lil angry berd uniquely chose to rap every single circulating currency in the global economy, making this song both educational, informative and a great tune to play while counting your pennies, coins, notes or other stores of value.

MONEY GANG SHIT 2?!?!?! THE SEQUEL?!!? ambatabuss

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Lyrics:

Morning cook up, got my legs and feet up, simply relaxing, this is how my style is wit’ flexing. Mother fuckers is at the crack of dawning took up, by what the fuck I’m on in, every facet, they begs I get up, wish him I dish them a good day, that’s it, then we really could play, music today, cruising to A, bragging, but style I’ll never be sagging, pile chill swag in, this shit that I be bagging, simply relaxing, to happiness I’m a pimp that be maxed in, getting it, to some extent, from intent, we selfish, all chips in, betting shit on my own skills, I used to be short fused, sport oozed temper, but now my grown skills, keep my tone on chills, that’s for self health bitch, y’all dips in to my breading, just an added flavor, to savor, we all born alone, die alone, heading to the grave or, more life, without a savior, but you, what do, I think about it, new era, few tear a-part the heart, like me, but I swear I’m oh so, nicely, what I share, yo, go twice look at that shit, he really said that? He really did that? I’m freely ahead of that, instead of slack, I’m constantly thinking, compromising nothing, I ain’t bluffing. On print, he sinking his deepest thoughts in, go peep, trust this, his lustings is so attainable, acclaim in full, still will not get the feel set, how real that, is wit’ this, get his head up out the quicksand he sinking in, to flick hand from away to in like dap, that what he wanna do wit’ rap, making friends, fuck taking ends, creating spins, I’ll just say this, innovating wins.

Morning Cook Up (Prod. frickerman23) (Lyrics In Description!) (Instagram: therealahype)

i make fire bars gang shit always open for features gang agng

Två av Sveriges mest erfarna fond- och aktiejournalister Karl Lans och Pär Ståhl diskuterar aktier, fonder och ETF:er med internationell utblick och ofta med gäster. Här följer ni deras nyhetsbrev: https://globalgainsnews.substack.com/ 
Kontakta oss på karl_lans@hotmail.com eller par.stahl@hotmail.com.

Hej! Vi vill bara meddela att vår podcast Global Gains nu finns på Spotify och Apple Podcaster. Vi har slutat använda SoundCloud, så glöm inte att följa oss på de nya plattformarna!

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