lirik lagu vic mensa - clipse freestyle
[verse]
one thing about me, my momma know i’m 7~3~4, lunatic, like when nelly and ’em had st. louis twerkin’
my price unheard of, the clientele is murphy lee, it’s so low they askin’ “wat da hook gon be”
it’s been a minute since you heard from me
been in the streets flippin’ these trees, i could get what you get for a ki
some n~ggas tried to f~ck with us, now they in between the sheets, for thinkin’ they mr.big, so sound i sleep
peruvian beauty next to me, snortin’ the same ethnicity, i’m throwin’ the diamond sign, my sb is tiffany
jet li kickin’ it in hong kong, wonder where your sis go? shе in my telly singing the “thong song”
i’m cookin’ soul like i chеf in a korean pal, chain from verbal, call that an onomatopoeia
and know, it’s going down like captain of aaliyah’s last flight, rhyme between her and the kujichagulia, sh~t
i son these n~ggas like a [shia?], i’m above the law like allah over sharia
check my record, my charges is narcotics and weapons, and i’m murderist in the lab, should be callin’ me dexter
know the feds listening, i’on talk to alexis
i ball like the professor, i’m givin’ havard lectors
rockin’ prada leathers bought my chick a saffiano
gelato in the fronto, it’s thick as a cubano
touched down in havana, just to holla at a assata when they stop me at customs, i know nada
globetrotter, sto’ stopper, rick owens copper, godfather francis ford coppola, a foreign shopper, wooh
junya watan0be in osaka, i’m the boogie man, this is a ducati monster
vroom, gone in the wind caramel color benz, i ain’t jahlil but i’m fly as a pelican
no okafor, you can’t coach the boy, been a player since i used to play with bulbasaur
i’ve been major since i was on hova tour
i be with haitians like toussaint louverture
he’ll stretch you off for talkin’ out your vocal cords
‘fore you get nodes and you don’t want smoke no more
end of discussion, get twisted in a white russian, like khabib nurmagomedov but i don’t like wrestlin’
i’m more israel adesanya, i bend styles like prince on sign o’ the times
this fear of god zegna that i got in milan, this sh~t’s harder to find than osama with bombs
pyer moss reebok expirement fours, we don’t sell greenhouse, it’s pure indoors
hustlers understand me, we speak the same language but still got class like i graduated cambridge
she magna cum laude, i made her cum louder, body like mizz twerksum, face amrud
mo~bay jamaican, i play don dada was a fi~fighter and i’m gunning for my 4th problem
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