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MC Hammer Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Tink
I need a check like the engine
Put me on the guest list He wanna do titles that I'm not really impressed with Niggas in they ego Rather take a mill yeah Point me to that money paper long as my brazilian Snatching wigs, I'm really their worst fear If they can't hold their weight, I swear I slay 'em like reindeer Even my dearest niggas was switching when I was down I might go cop a jet, just be sure who's up now Back in the zone and they know what I'm on Bitches upset and I'm peeping the tone Sing on the phone or a nigga and dip [?] Tippin' the bitches while up in V-Live Sipping on bottles, I don't do no wine Wavier than the American flag I'm a star, no spangled banner Too legit like I'm MC Hammer Money talks, and I got the grammar Wiping niggas, no gammas, gammas Everyday I wake up making headlines Why the fuck the sleeping on me like it's bedtime I just spent some hours at the car lot My shoe game might be wetter than a swim top They starin' at my pieces like it's wall art Bitch, I got bigger diamonds than a ball park You were never in the league I put your nigga on the team He say I'm doper than a fiend And his brain better than a dean's list He give me money, not flowers I think he hurts than he ours And his hair fly with no flower Oh you think [?] no power Yeezys squeezing, I just boasted up another level All you bitches need some class, like a sports schedule I can garantuee my name is in your search bar I'm just showing them they averages like a report card I've been giving them the game for a minute now And if you're a pussy, we gon' drag you like a wedding gown All these flavors, I could buy an ice cream shop No vanilla bean, flyer than propeller wings Everyday I elevate, flow under a [?] And I'm so high, that I can jump right over heaven's gate Hit 'em with that goddess flow Then hop out that holy ghost I mean she's cool, she's alright, but She ain't know how to act I give 'em a fever Do shit at my leisure Not up in the jungle but the snakes upon the t-shirt I can flex for hours Fuck you and your fake friends Can't get close 'cause niggas dirty as the Days Inn Bitch I'm on my craft flow Dog 'em like it's pet code Heavy like a sandtruck On my money band it out Looking like I'm André Flowing like it's prom day Niggas should not fuck with me, that could put them in harm's way Money on the speed dial Roll up, let the [?] Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle |
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