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freddy mummix – nappy hair lyrics

[intro]
ship sputtered out
crash landed
on the surface of the sun
right

[verse 1]
pick the brain of the nappy-headed martian
found me on the side of the road kicking my starship
i’ve been feeding on beats turn them into a carc-ss
trying to find the keg, i took a stop at dartmouth
and i still can’t use a contraceptive
imma save the race for you to get the message
that the birth of mine would be a sound investment with a brain of someone that’s so eccentric
another part of the tantrum collective i will nurture it until its beat selection
could beat your bestest, burn your best whip, just to you n-ggas how cold the next is
unloading all the verbal artillery
mowing down the compet-tion bruh and those who ain’t feeling me
smashing dummies meeting banks shoutout to hilary
oh the humanity hoes loving the villainy
now the hindenburg is burning call a person tell them that i make you nervous
ms. phromer said you’re dying or you’re working
slapped me on the hand when i wouldn’t write in cursive
in the 2nd grade, told her off rebelled and then wrote print for days
nasty, raspy, brush your t–th and p-ss me
ive been up with ashley i’ve been plotting on her -ss cheeks
got the skin to make her grandfather and her dad geek
so i’m reclaiming all the slurs that they called me
i’m a silverback i’m a sl!ck shooter your house party had no cooters
so i hopped out and hopped in my
ex-girlfriend cause i’m destined to be the best then not a best man
or a husband i am too young
my momma told me if you got a beef then bring both guns
cause i will duel curb stomp yo -ss in that lunch line
that is baltimore you wear vineyard vines and your best friends try to pantomime
your whole lack of style i don’t f-ck with that
blue bloods you know i come with packs
because of rap they used to call me f-g and now because of rap imma be making racks

[hook]
how funny is that?
how motherf-cking funny is that? x2

[outro: zorenlo]
you b-tches know its tantrum in this motherf-cker
you boring -ss black and grey fruit of the loom t-shirt wearing -ss b-tches
listening to macklemore on your ipod nano -ss b-tches
man y’all basic, you can’t f-ck with us
the revolution is here freddy f-cking mummix not mummix f-ck what you heard
we out here
lord zorenlo up in this motherf-cker. y’all hoes better bow down. you watching the tag team of the century
watch us bless you with the bless
catch us walking down sheridan road with some cosby sweaters and leather jogging pants
get on our level! it’s freddy and lozo the motherf-cking clown
y’all need to stop hating, sit down and listen
y’all need to shut up and let us do what we do
b-tch just stop talking!

- freddy mummix lyrics

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