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lirik lagu mukazi - freestyle 03

[intro: mukazi ]
oh yea, freestyle 03 man
yea yea yea3x

[verse 1: mukazi]
yea they sleep, tell em keep on sleeping
if the tables don’t turn i’ma get to flipping
stacking up my loose change till i get to gripping
throw it all in the air yo b~tch get to stripping
she wanna f~ck wit a real n~gga
she wanna f~ck wit a boss n~gga
she know i got sauce n~gga
she love the way i floss n~gga
kaziwiththat b~tch scream my name
don’t hate the player hate the game, but i run the game
i keep tricks up my sleeve like david blain
numb the pain stack my cheese like nova cane
i be running to a check like i was usain
i be rushing (russian) to that money iike i was ukraine
i ain’t gasing these hoes i am not butane
yo b~tch wanna kick it wit me i am not liu kang
no pencils no pens i just want the brain
i am not a human being now i feel like wayne
sorry 4 the weight
my pockets outta shape
put my life at stake, need a bigger plate
keep yo circle small, get rid of the snakes
stack yo money tall, watch out for the jakes
bunny hop the gate, molly wop the hate
heart over height feel like nate the great
mind over matter, get to the chaddard
money over b~tches, get to the riches
[verse 2: mukazi]
all gas, no breaks
all cast, no brace
all ass, no face
all smash, no dates
all cash, no safe
redbone, snowflake
in my golden state of mind. no steph, no klay
calling plays like a audible i’m unstoppable
no such as impossible, it’s just not probable
power circle gettin extra small equals powerful
these n~ggas on that rambow sh~t that’s too colorful
all bars no plates
gravel slam court date
hit a stain like john doe
no face no case
i went right off the bat then i ran to first base
race me to that dirty money
dust yo ass to first place
you ain’t got no room to talk
go and get some real estate
brotherly love
im wit my n~ggas eating philly steak
only day 1st at my table, so that’s how i’m able
to keep my shooters on demand i ain’t talking cable
self made n~ggga to the core
i don’t need a label
rapping that loaded lux sh~t need a grey sweater
hard work and dedication l feel like i’m mayweather
from the gutta 2x
i was tryna get a dollar
bread n b~tter
rolling wit my brothers
getting to the guala
money calling like a phone carrier, so i gotta sprint
i was smelling so broke
only had a couple cents (scents)
couldn’t take a money shower, when i got 50 cents i felt like i got some power
picked yo pockets for a dollar
popping tags came from rags poppin collars
if you smell me? what’s the fragrance?
stop leaching that’s a flagrant
might leave you on a pavement
all my haters in a bas~m~nt cuz it’s levels to this sh~t
money is the rule of all evil, ima devil in this b~tch

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