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Correct Funk Flex Freestyle Lyrics
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TRANSCRIBING PLEASE DONT EDIT [Intro] Uh-huh, uh-huh Man, man, man, man Uh [Verse] On these beats, I feel like I'm a murderer Who are these niggas? Who are y'all, have I heard of 'em? Who am I? I'm a murder, uh Niggas always on a sneak diss murmuring, uh I ain't really got no time for the chit-chat, bitch get back This choppa break pussies in half, Kit-Kat Run up on me that's cool, up the choppa out the mismatch Designer that you can't afford, uh Hop out a foreign, these up niggas in a Ford Yo' bitch like a car, yeah, that bitch a whore, uh A four-door, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Presidents like 'more, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like I'm the best at what I do, I swear it Pull up on the scene, that blood, you gon' wear it Brains get the tearin', all that fallin', ballin' Bron on the Lakers like spalding, damn This is how I play Me and G-Money gamblin' over 2K, that's 10K Yo' advance, not 2K Off the top with the freestyles no tupe I kick push work in my city like Lupe That bitch don't cross the street, yeah she go both ways My choppa shoot 'em four times, that's foreplay Make you ring like a single finger, no Beyoncé Man, it's 3K for the wrist, André Just to fly out a bitch from the islands, Bombay I do me all night and all day, dawg Run up on me than that choppa gon' spray, dawg I'm not a XBOX, no I won't play, dawg That shit dead like your people's in the graveyard No offense, nah fuck that; all offense Police come through, I'm out the trap, I hopped the fence, uh Man, I do this everyday though In the cut, like I kill people nigga, Tadoe World in my hands, I'ma mold it like Play-Doh Full of shit, hell yeah, rich ass A-Hole A-Hole on the a-list Fuckin' all the bitches on the a-list that you ain't even see yet I'm meeting in all the legends, that all these goofy ass peasants, didn't even get to meet yet They askin' for features I'm shittin' on my exes, these niggas and my teachers You pull up that's okay Remember in school when we caught yo' ass lackin' and we jumped you by the bleachers That's a true ass story Yeah, I got kicked out Fuck the bitch in the porta potty, my dick out I'm on the scene goin' crazy, runnin' sick routes I had to bring that shit out, man I'm exposin' these niggas I don't take breaks from raps, no reloading, lil' nigga My clip on infinity, shootin' up yo' lil vincinity I get Duff Clinton, lil' money like my name Hillary I feel like a pastor, the triple 9 is the ministry Nigga they be pussy like a menstrual bleed
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