Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Free Kill by Icewear Vezzo from French to English.
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Spin around and hit them boys
Spin around and hit them boys
Again since they want recognition
Again since they want recognition
Big gang, nigga, Drakey gang, nigga
Big gang, nigga, Drakey gang, nigga
Know how we comin', nigga yeah
Know how we comin', nigga yeah
Pour me up, though, gang, alright
To me up, though, gang, alright
Spin around and hit them boys
Spin around and hit them boys
Again since they want recognition
Again since they want recognition
I won't stop until them niggas dead, bitch
I won't stop until them niggas dead, bitch
We gon' step for Rizzy
We gon' step for Rizzy
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys
Chopper came with Mickey
Chopper came with Mickey
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy
All my hoes keep blicky
All my hoes keep blicky
Yeah, bitch, we and fifty black Amiri
Yeah, bitch, we and fifty black Amiri
Stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies
On the road with Whitney
On the road with Whitney
On a mission, he owe that? Bitch
We have a mission, he owes that? Bitch
I'm gon' blow that whistle
I'm gon' blow that whistle
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on bitches
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on bitches
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah
I mold my bitches
I mold my bitches
Niggas on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats
Niggas on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats
I don't pose for bitches
I don't pose for bitches
Ghetto niggas, Forgis on the Wraith
Ghetto niggas, Forgis on the Wraith
Put my Rolls on sixes
Put my Rolls on sixes
Yeah that's my jewelry talking
Yeah that's my jewelry talking
That new Maybach got a voice
That new Maybach got a voice
Sound like Siri talking
Sound like Siri talking
Why all your homeboys keep on
Why all your homeboys keep on
Dying? Niggas clearly soft
Dying? Niggas clearly soft
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper
This the purest raw
This the purest raw
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty
That's how that Jeep feel
That's how that Jeep feels
Man I snatched a nigga soul
Man I snatched a nigga soul
That's how this beat feel
That's how this beat feels
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label
I need three mil'
I need three thousand
Pussy reachin' for my chain
Pussy reachin' for my chain
We got a free kill
We got a free kill
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