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letra de 3-min freestyle - mc god only knows

[intro]
mc god only knows
3-minutes freestyle
ay, yeah

[verse 1]
i don’t know what the f-ck to do in only three minutes
but i know motherf-ckin’ b-tches don’t have three titties
got a girl like this? that’s silly, are you kidding?
it ain’t no chilling, if it’s me, i’d soon be cheatin’
you know that i rappin’, i just livin’ with a microphone
you know why i rappin’? shut the f-ck up, even i don’t know
wanna see me boxin’? i don’t want to fight no more
wanna see me drinkin’? i want no more alcohol
no need to say “but” “though” “however”
usin’ the negative words ain’t clever
“yes!” “of course!” “why not?” are better
i’m writing these lyrics just like i write a letter
y’all know i used to f-ck around in instagram
sometimеs my posts were a little bit scandalous
whеn i heard “suspension”, i thought it was relevant
every single day, i was always with my telephone
ay, no pain, no gain
i ain’t drink ‘n’ smoke, i ain’t do a cocaine
my life is a book, dreams in a whole page
i don’t even care about what the hoes say, motherf-cker
ariana grande, she’s a popstar
i’m a rapper, and i tryna be a rapstar
it is clear that mr. uchida is a rockstar
every one of b-tch know that i’m a real gangsta
[verse 2]
i’m 18, ain’t kid, but high school student
i ain’t good at english and nice or fluent
a pretty b-tch here, gotta wipe or cruise it
never snitching, gotta fight for clue, yeah
wanna be a kind man like mr. lawrence
wanna be a playboy like i’m always ballin’
when you make a mistake, you gotta say sorry
gonna be a progress if you walk it like you talk it
b-tch gon’ be creepin’?
then you better kick it
when you got somethin’ in the back, it’s itchy
at school, i’m a super-star like ringo in the beatles
i just keep on goin’, and two homies on me
we three lit and be drippin’ and drippin’ like migos
while suspended, i spent bad days
volunteerin’, ain’t no money got paid
couldn’t go to school, and i was like “godd-mn!”
write about my memories, and make a rap tape
after the practice, we always went to gamble
actually i wasn’t bad, pretended to be bad though
we were so arrogant, but had to be more humble
actually an assh0l-, i thought i was nice though
tired of rapping, so begin a tea time
i know i’m a bad guy, so tryna be nice
gotta get rest, chill on the seaside
that’s over, my 3-minutes freestyle

- mc god only knows

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