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letra de mountain goat freestyle - america's most unwanted

[intro: america’s most unwanted]

baaa

[verse 1: rrazz]
you rappers sweet just like some mars bars
uh, all i do is spit hard bars
i pop out of nowhere man, you ain’t gon’ see me
you make it out, now they salty like martinis
i’m just makin’ some m’s
turn them upside down, that’s a w in my hand
they may be hating, but in reality, they all fans
can’t knock me off my grind, still sittin’ on my grands

[chorus: blaghmusic, america’s most unwanted]
look at my right wrist, look at my left wrist

baaa
yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m goin’ crazy
baaa
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m goin’ brazy

[interlude: lyrical leaf]
g, o, a, t, that makes me the g.o.a.t
it’s all, all me, remember to take note
g, o, a, t, that makes me the g.o.a.t
it’s all, all me, remember to take note
[verse 2: lyrical leaf]
greatest of all time
hittin’ on that grind
i ain’t a stupid mine
boomin’ in my mind
thy don’t know
that-that’s why, i’m the g.o.a.t
yeah, i know, yeah, i know
this is so, so, so, so (baaa, baaa, b-b-b-b-baaa)

[verse 3: blaghmusic]
twin tecs, hold you for ransom
you ain’t finna see nothin’, turn you to a phantom
you know what i do, pull up in the phantom
shootin’ at the ground, leave you dancin’
balling like i’m stalin
y’all just be stallin’
your bars be appallin’
wig him like he baldin’
y’all just be crawlin’
y’all just be fallin’
y’all just be sulkin’
i’m goin’ all in
told y’all to stop
your songs ain’t hot
your songs just flop
i’m at the top
this verse gon’ hurt
y’all know i can’t curse
i’m rockin’ new turks
if i miss, that’s a first
[verse 4: v8]
wanna get high, so i’m pourin’ up
puttin’ all this lean in my solo cup
wanna get some, now you just play tough
don’t got beef, let you take a puff
climbin’ charts like a mountain goat
big bands, buy me a louie coat
take no l’s like i’m death note
pop a perc, feel like i float
high as a kite, man, i can’t see
take a flight, just you and me, girl
out of this world, call me e.t
private jet, over the sea

[chorus: blaghmusic, america’s most unwanted]
phew
look at my right wrist, look at my left wrist
keep two macs, i’m ambidextrous
baaa
yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m goin’ crazy
baaa
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m goin’ brazy

[verse 6: plaguee, blaghmusic]
these rappers, just, they ain’t like that
he don’t keep a mac, he keep a backpack
one [?] like blackjack
hoppin’ out the whip, that’s a hatchback
bugatti chiron, and it’s matte black (yeah)
in the gated neighbourhood doin’ hard crack
if you fightin’, then you better get a good smack
‘cuz brodie tryna get his git back
y’all rappin’ ‘bout goats when you look like one
one guy [?] i’ll get it over one
he won’t even use an airsoft gun
[?] gettin’ out done
you all sweet, just like a honey bun
i’ma show this group to get this by anyone
hittin’ y’all with the force, i feel like obi-wan
i won’t stop until i’m sure i’m done
chicken? nah, i want a hamburger bun

- americas most unwanted

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