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letra de hollywood freestyle - metaphor the great

they say, “whatever you doin’ when new years coming you’ll do all year without a doubt.”
well, twelve o’ clock i was writing rhymes so this year ya’ll -ssed out
i be bummy rocking fake sh-t, i don’t care
still my delivery fly like next day air
homie watch your speech over them beats
‘for i make it hot for your -ss like some heated seats
who told you to speak? you spit it too timid
i got it locked; remain silent like the fifth amendment
trying to send a rap message? well i ain’t get it
your flow didn’t have enough bars, guess you gotta resend it
being forthright, your’s ain’t like what phor write
i smoke mic’s times twice, bring double exhaust pipes
metaphor, five, six, hey crack your snake eyes
snake guys try to roll on meta, no dice
best by far, the nicest, why lie?
compared to you what i do is like magic n-gga, ta-da!
abracadabra, the best flow n-gga
sharp tongue saw you in half like presto n-gga
moon child, june thirtieth i was born
true cans, live strong without that bracelet on
i’ll be turnt up sober so i’m always able
to put the squeeze on you p-ssies like chicks do kegles
they can’t hang with what i print on pages
metaphor be trippin, call your travel agent
talking, sit in the clubs, guns back at the spot
i bring some heat right to the joints like some icy-hot
try me not, it’s the great one phor
it’s the great one, why you gotta call your boy?
four, i am broke as h-ll, no joke pharrell
i’ll still come through and hook up your cable for fifty bills
you get caught? please don’t tell
please don’t say it was jabril
unless they need cable too, then give em my cell, i’m running a sale
nah for real money, why you counting braille money?
braille money still lil money, barely bail money
rob braille? real funny, i’ll still put that thing to them
i just started eating, it’s young money like wayne and them
bars get cheers like sam malone, fraiser crane and them
vocals sick, throat cancer, i should sound like t-pain and them
girls, i don’t be gaming them
all of them, i’m claiming them
mine, mine, mind so i get three times the brain wit them
jay got spanked, bark at fendi
tell him to make a call cause me and wifey want to minaj nicki
i still flirt with dirty money, so many pictures pay slow
but on that tip the crop ain’t ready yet, it’s only young dro

- metaphor the great

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