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letra de yeah, yeah, yeah freestyle - aasim

[intro: aasim & big mike]
streets is talkin’, man (uh-oh)
gotta give ’em what they want, man
gotta do it one mo’ time and
it’s the last time aasim

[verse]
i was born and bred to make bread thoroughbred breeder breath of a beast
i breathe death to those who bring people palms
break bums’ battle ’til they bleed on beats
the bling-a-bling babble bullsh-t cause me to sleep
so i rhyme for big pun, big l, and big smalls
drain the crew ’bout to blow from the block to the booth
aas’ is the new with the old, i’m takin’ a plan
boostin’ it up, polish it, and makin’ it bold
bloodbaths burn bridges but the bigger the bang
the more bombs ovеr baghdadi run to supane
i love beautiful broads that could bar mе with brains
and brag about it to they friends how i bend at they frames
blame houdini and ’caine for this brand new threat
as you browse through mixtapes to find the best of the best
stop at the first letter, of the alphabet
aasim the barbarian, i bobble the mind
enlighten the blind, bare me ’cause i brag too much
and let the whole wide world know the industry sucks
verbal assault and battery our bass is corrupt
to make a big, black clown lift up, but on a light side of things
i bag b-tches with big ol’ b-tts, and let ’em
swing from my big ol’ nuts, i drink big ol’
bottles of german beer and, clutch big nipples
with my mouth like bob marley with a big ol’ blunt
that bad boy rep you got is just a big ol’ front
the road ahead got some big ol’ bumps, i need to sit like trump
behind a desk, with a suit and a tie
recruit a team, bake the cake without movin’ a pie
ruin ya mind like designer drugs do us sometimes
your food for the mind is spoiled, and your flow’s in a drought
my flow is holy water, god where the gimmicks is out
your main chick swallow my tollers, let ’em live in her mouth
she got a, beautiful back so i’m diggin’ it out
basket, non-baller got broads by the boatload
bright future ‘head, bamboos or the po’-po’s
brainwashed rappers sound just like bozos
i baboon ’em, harpoon ’em, shoot ’em like a swordfish
and i’m not sick just yet, i’m only noxious
packin’ a mac, in the back, of the ac, with a accurate
rap that’ll attack like the maniac from my wrath
i’m that n-gga, sign that n-gga
record labels sayin, “go find that n-gga”
no chain, medallions to blind that n-gga
nice with the words like rewind that n-gga
no maybach i’m in a honda accord
that’s all my small pockets could afford, f-ck it i’m
bored with the freestyles i’m switchin’ up
i’m doin’ songs, d-ck, listen up, it’s aasim
[outro: big mike & aasim]

- aasim

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