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mdm(motivational daily moves) – the sprint freestyle lyrics

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[verse 1: exod]
from beggining to the end boy punchin with a tyson arm
spittin like a cannon similar to megatrons
flow like i been here,jane gas em then switch gears
heavy on the pedal burn flamesthroughout the good years
yall should fear…nuclear when he pop
bars tingiling thru nerves, brows raise as im slingin this rock
won’t stop gotta get there, twin models one on each arm, trees
underneath palms in william sinclair
bright lights from a screen,zod in the scene
dominicana booty mean, h-ss in between
scissor legs out, bent knees..bobbin’ n weave
camera shy?… liquor f-ckin’ up ha liver
woke up late on the set and we both couldn’t remember.(but hol on tho)
might wanna rewind me a bit cause you didn’t get
how i described us watchin’ the fl!ck, ring face;
she surprised at how i clobbered the cl-t
another round for the road then alone keep it real
put em out born a dog boi crueler than deville
heatin up got the special, feed beats like a tech blow
something goin’ wrong in this game should be a ref for it
weak lyrics getting checks how could i accept
watcha seeing in these lames need a eye test
squint lids as son gleams whom shall i fear
pick the players put in pairs none of them compare to this…
newly designed armageddon flow
dolla signs thru pups panties drop wh0r-s ready to let it go
dismiss the love inconvenient to trust;
juanita puffs on the search for a model to crush…

[verse 2:tone]
waitin patient to ride a german beast
till then beats get bruised jews in germany
i’m goin j.owens this last track i’m spittin’
like im sprintin’ these writtens like a tradition
nothing new but the shoe
maison martin was the dream martin luther never new
new n-ggas get turned to food
when i’m in my groove no snooze
im on a chicken race, couture fabric making the chickens chase
from work to phillipe on dinner plate
doobs rolled in interstate all out the state;
met her fast she dropped it without a date i left her where i came dont contemplate
call it heart break by then i’m sippin gin in barclays rockin balmain
sh-t talking like barkley; higher than lebron pay
starving not a option before dinner it’s ontres
still in the hood like kiesha,tisha, and shawntay
f-ck what broads say motivational mindstate
mdm be the army

[verse 3:nellz]
make it fa da stash ain’t really into splurgin’;
she think of tryna eat off a n-gga its d-ck i’m serving
take precaution when you doe chasing, cuz they be hating from the sideline
mind-state of a einstein
mean i think smarter goin harder for my goals set
priority is winning like a champ poppin’ moet
da sour funk got a potent force
dutches in da rotation burn like da olympic torch
beats getting scorched when my vocals touch em;
they beg to differ my reply is f-ck em finger like stone cold
they lying if they say they can’t feel it and got a long nose
i suppose da fronting stop when the cl!ck pop
but we ain’t after fame we ain’t rappers we hip hop
writing cuz we qualified;
booth k!llers pen game causing lyrical homicide
living by the moment mdm what i’m abiding riding striving
for the success that in a quick second have ya b-tch slidin’…

[verse 4:boogs]
i inhale ether take shots of henny sipping tequila
mdm going hard on their toes like sh-ll adidas
plus these verses bring clear visions to braille readers
i’m livin in a city wit k!llers n liars who cheat;
yall need pedal bikes to keep up, mike john wit the gold sneaker
these streets crazy ain’t no b-tch playing madeas
bars you hear they real admit it you kno we raw
rip beats and hear thank you like n-ggas was holding doors
be high practicing,chillin’; money and power only the mind set of a villain
respect come wen they fear so every track we k!ll em
fans you gotta feel them consistent what we give em
gritty lines that’s tough without clapping off any heat;
but thats actually what we see
something that could be done but won’t help us concur this dream
touch money i never met my eye couldn’t believe
epiphanies wat i’m spitting be sour, piff in me
living life half bad half good.. symmetry



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