DJ JD (Jeff Platt) - Run this Town (Freestyle) lyrics

Yeah, so I woke up today, thinking why not just go freestyle in every f**ing mixtape I mean Lil Wayne can do it, I can do it right DJ J.D in the booth, Los, Vince, live, getting f**ed up, hear the ice cubes Chyup, Yes, Chyup, Los, Chyup, Who go run this town? b**h, yes I am, Yeah I said it I am. Now I got the college b**hes rockin out to my jams b**h I put T's on, all white everything, white hats, white shoes, all white everything Crew full of white boys, pocket full of white girl. f**in a Sicilian b**h while she's still a white girl And I drink so much everynight I might hurl, Klichby, Burberry, Elk Stones, White Pearls Yes and I know I lost about 20 stacks, and I got hit in the head with the strap But its all good still pocket full of cash man, and I had my family spray-tie them up in trash cans U-city run this town, provinces, got my whole family on a boat call it the Odyssey b**h will say follow the leader, so they follow me. A lot of coke, a lot of pills, a lot of cash, a lot of weed Italy, St Louis, Daytona, Florida, changing cities everyday I can transform ya f**er Little Wayne, I put the beat in ER, don't have a license, got money for 3 cars And I blow trees hard, walk up in the Weed Store, shout out to my agent, he got my fake weed card Yeah b**h end up on a seashore, locked up in a keystore. We rap about a key for b**h it's that live sh**, this that jive sh**. That Sting like a bee, make you break out in hives sh** This that Los baby I don't even try sh**. That 2012 NBA live sh** Just me, P-Bo, Tiny, Jeff and Vince. Ask my jack and coke b**h I don't need no references Hop in a car with your b**h los is what her preferences, like do you need some refreshments I Keep it 100 b**h, ask my cup of Hennessy, Auto-tune Rappers, just metaphors and similes U-city b**h, loaded guns titherly, World Cup flow b**h, I rap so Italy Denver, we run this town, Campuses sell Coke, Ecstasy, Edibles, Cannabis Hot with no candle lit, so I'm kinda scandalous, we buy Weed from the growers straight from Los Angeles To tell the truth yeah I'm not even a rapper, everyday bust a kilo straight up out the wrapper What do you call me guess I'm a trapper, only thing you do quicker is f** your b**h faster Mr Miyagi call me the master, Ecstasy and Gatorade, call it X-Factor Pocket full of math b**h, you do the factors, This beat is so chill, no need to rap faster Italy, we are the mother-f**in country, foreigners got a problem go on then confront me If we'd fight you'd step away, my Weed is so funky. Go Ape-sh** on the beat banana Kush monkeys Gorillas, brown bag boys, rollin swishers, f** with the money my family will k** ya And I swear to God b**h, I'm smoking on the k**er, Weed, Orange Crush, Mountain Dew Sierra Mist, Chyup Cherfin music camp boys, homie get your list up, and I roll the best blunt, that you ever lit up Sit up, Get up, Fight Night, Mits up. Drooling dog flow, I dare you to throw a stick up Walk into your crib, homie its a stick up, give me the kestrel or re-weed sniff yup And your girl told me that you can't find the clit but, I had the f**in b**h cryin doin sit ups And I'm in the booth, like a rocket I just lift up. No time for no b**h c*nt or no trick s*ut If you ever hit a lick, b**h put your clips up And if you haven't wiped me down, get your f**in chips up sh** up, Mask on, All about my bricks yup, Drink so much Champagne, all I do is piss cups Yeah Los baby, Live in the studio, Couple of drinks dude, You know how we do it Mixtape on the way Cherfin Music Volume 1, Lets get it, Chyup