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mc - spazz lyrics

i stick to setup, i know my gimmick
i know they fed up, i know im winning
speed bumps, and excuse my french
but im 19 so dix-neuf my n-gga
balling like the nueve inning, its my favorite pastime
babe ruth when it comes to hits, dmv when it comes to fat lines
i scream hard, you scream soft, i lease beats, but own bold
you a runner, im a stunner, you cold stone, im stone cold
audio crack, i keep it real, your girl going mad i bet
you would think she had a cc sketch, the way she get a key & peel

[hook:]
im praying, thankful god kept us we made it
he gave us another 24, to go out and chase that money more
round the same time i was skipping cl-ss, b-tches wouldn’t give me -ss
now im screaming pound sign, f-ck em and we get this cash, spazz

[verse 2:]
all sorts a n-ggas, claim they arent old, & they predators, but i missed ransom
im an alien, but i swear i been sitting n-ggas down like chris hansen
handsome young guy wyling, and they silent like libraries
this rap got me eating cross the country like guy fieri
my side b-tch got triple d’s, my main clap like this beat snare
eat rappers like eclaires, leaving demo tapes and streetwear
i declare and end to this, make sh-t jump like lemon twists
one foot ahead, running through bills like emmitt smith

rhymes you can cruise to, get high and move to
eat pasta, lobster, steak, caviar, and cous cous
if you bopping in the ville, or you shopping in brazil
this for all my n-ggas who plotting how to get a mil

now back to these punchlines, yeah homie crunchtime
you suspect, im up next, labels cut checks like lunchlines
unsigned, but i grind until im out in sunny cabo
your girl a junkie, so she let me do the monkey johnny bravo, hooh!
i smoke tracks, not lucy’s dude, but in car tunes where i adda be
or an island, cause mike blu some og, naw you ain’t as bad as me
im such a boss, i set the bar, i rep the balt, and i rep it hard
i smoke tree, and i never p-ss, you get no gas like electric cars

[hook]

[verse 3:]
we just ain’t angled the same, i might go strangle your dame
she take the d and keep it silent, uhh, django unchained.
yeah that b-tch was foxxing, beat it up without boxing
flow is like toxin, shocking, like stuns guns and all the coppers.
thats not a shocker, take b-tches and they be screaming like operas
doctor, im knocking keep dead rappers in lockers
kicking sh-t but no soccer
armstrong, vuitton, yeah im messing with blues
buncha louie’s that i like, enjoy the rest of your cruise

- mc lyrics

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