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letra de funk flex freestyle - biddl3

[intro]
yeah
somebody tell funk flex i need a motherf-ckin’ freestyle
what up hot 97?
ha! ay, yeah

[verse 1]
speak of the devil, my peak’s at a level
you tryna reach then i suggest you leave your feet on the pedal and i’m the
sweetest of fellows, i greet with a h-llo
but feelin’ froggy, you can leap and leave you deep in the meadow
i need me a shovel, the way i’m diggin’ deep in the bellows
in the crevices of my mind and keep ’em tweakin’ for several
days at a time, it’s never a delay with the rhymes
and i play with the lines, tony hawk, i stay on my grind
never wasted my time on a neighbor who’s a hater of mine
i’m self-made so you can save your help and favors, i’m fine
i’m straight i decline, you n-ggas tellin’ fables you’re lyin’
if you tried to cash in all your raps, you at the bank with a dime
i play it cool, i’m in the shade and i’m just waitin’ to shine
to tell the truth, i ain’t afraid i know my fate is divine
hop in the booth with one take and that’s a dangerous sign
i’m on my drake, i take a 6 and i can make her a 9

[chorus]
this that funk flex
this that funk flex
this that funk flex
this that funk flex
this that funk flex, see i really got next i said this that funk flex
[verse 2]
i’m passionate for rappin’ only classic sh-t (yes)
i’m an advocate for passin’ over average (yes)
the flow is straight from nazareth, immaculate (yes)
i know i’ll make it happen ’cause i’m talented (ay)
it ain’t a doubt in my mind
i’m on the route to get the clout and it’s a mountain to climb
i’m countin’ my time, tick-tock, apple on my wrist watch
catapult my status to a rapper with the big knots
had to go bananas, hold my trophy, show the banners
sorry i don’t know no manners when i’m posin’ for the cameras
i be cookin’ up the tracks and put my foot in like a sandal
if we puttin’ it on wax, you really couldn’t hold a candle to the boy
i’m the man and i do damage i destroy
any plan you had before, from the mantle to the core
i dismantle any chance you had at standin’ to the boy
when you shootin’ for the sky sometimes you landin’ on the floor

[chorus]
this that funk flex
this that funk flex
this that funk flex
this that funk flex
this that funk flex, see i really got next i said this that funk flex

- biddl3

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