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letra de m.a.l.c. city (freestyle) - m.a.l.c.

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[verse 1: m.a.l.c.]
excuse me, look i’m sorry
mayn i’m back up on my bully

had to trick off on a hoe
inna gucci branded hoodie

heard she said i won’t be nothing
so i just throw her them deuces

when i get back to the crib
and hit the booth i’m going stupid

demolish a instrumental
then finish with a hydoken

been ripping these beats for years
can prove that i’m not the new kid

my shawty goin’ clap her booty
whenever, i’m never losing

and she won’t be refusing
she’ll suck me off then salute me

and when i’m onna road
my n-gga move it or lose it

and yes i’m on island
on a highway cruising

coolan, i mean boolan
in a range rover booming

and yes i got the flavor
baby all types of juices

once upon a time
while stacy’s parents on vacation

they call to just check up
on they favorite honor roll baby

while phones are blowing up
they wanna know our whereabouts

but me and stacy coolan
f-cking in her parents house

believe me i was wild
and a problem child

used to hit the corner store
every morning before i go school

to pick up a bag of frooties
and a cup of that purple juice

doing stupid sh-t with n-ggas
sh-t that i could not refuse

mayn i never got caught slippin’
get to kickin’ it in these shoes

every time i buss a flow
like a tv, people on mute

lyrics dumping from my head
the average rapper can’t keep up

i swear to god i’m on my grind
while everybody sleeping

no longer you b-tches mistake
my kindness to be my weakness

i’m making all you b-tches pay up
that money, for a f-cking favor
i’m fed up

[verse 2: $kylight]
b-tch i’m fed up
n-gga get your bread up

broke -ss n-ggas always looking for a hand out
yeen gettin’ sh-t, n-gga please don’t put your hand out

wait, put your hand out
cause i got something else to hand out, n-gga

yeen with the squad, yeen with my clique
yeen with the gang, yeen with the sh-t

so n-gga i don’t know you
please don’t act like you know me

when you out here making money
n-ggas call you their homie

and i should send some hits out
to them n-ggas who owe me

but i’ma ball on them n-ggas
like my first name is kobe

i’m with the lakers, b-tch i’m shooting
got these b-tches choosing

young n-gga got the sauce
ain’t worried bout your juices

i’ma leave these n-ggas clueless
(aye)
tell ’em this my this my new sh-t
(aye)
i been on some new sh-t, so yeah i’ma act brand new b-tch
(ayee)

b-tch i’m shooting
got these b-tches choosing

i ain’t worried bout your juices

i’ma leave these n-ggas clueless

tell ’em this my this my sh-t

i been on some new sh-t, so yeah i’ma act brand new b-tch

[verse 3: m.a.l.c.]
money making malcolm
goin’ r-t-rded on this beat

if you want it, then you got it
this a package full of heat

rolling-rolling with 16’12s
it got me caught up in the moment

got my speakers going stupid
while chasing after crayola

the only color i’m talking bout is
lime, green

ahead of compet-tion
they behind, me

shawty why you trippin’
lying saying you miss me

miss me with that bullsh-t
dream chasing i’m busy

the only thing all of you
do is go and give me a headache

ain’t good for nothing but drama
that’s all you wanna create

constantly causing
problems goin’ get you cut off today

i’m not playing with you
go ahead and think it’s a game

everybody knows
that i am simply intelligent

i can afford to waist no time
these people irrelevant

i’m from that d-m-v
p-g-2-3-r-d., parkway
sickest mc in the md, m.a.l.c., peace

(destroyed record x-1!)

- m a l c

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