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mxrs - talk your shit freestyle lyrics

[intro: mxrs]
what is this guy even saying?
i don’t know fam…

[verse 1: mxrs]
am i a tv?
these n-ggas watch me
i’m all about facts
these n-ggas copy
i’m chasing these racks can’t n0body stop me
this beat getting bodied, its really a hommie
i’m all in my bag chasing the cheese, i might suffocate in this b-tch i can’t breathe
hoes getting mad? okay you can leave, hand me your jersey, you’re off of the team
n-ggas they wildin’ online they get violent in person they silent my flow is too vibrant
i walk with three stix it’s a trident they call me poseidon, i’m fly like a pilot who’s smoking and smiling
i’ve been feeling higher than n-ggas above me
might get a strap and stupid with dummies
start waving on n-ggas like timothy murray
i rush in the back like i been in a hurry

[bridge]
this flex its different
this ice got me slipping
these flames got me trippin’
this wet floor sign missin’
i just k’d in my uber
this cash coming sooner
i make all these lump sums, my hip got a tumor

[verse 2: mxrs]
i’m like woah, why do you really want smoke?
who did i really provoke, n-gga you know i don’t joke
i take your spirit and ghost, leave ’em exposed, i do the most
i chase the bag, and i run it up
walk with the drum, badum-pum-pum
you can’t become one of us
you can’t compete with none of us
50-50 on a hunnid-hunna, all my n-ggas gonna keep it hunna-hunna
keep a .44 like i’m barack obama
gotta keep the piece like i’m the dalai lama
gotta run up on me if you wanna holla
on your daughter-daughter and she call me father
oh man that’s your granddaughter? i was f-cking on yo’ d-mn daughter
in the box ’til i k!ll the kitten, now they chargin’ me with f-cking manslaughter
i ain’t laid a f-ckin’ hand on her, but i really laid that thang on her
catch a case like an otterbox, i’m knockin’ doors down if they changing locks
i got keys on me like a yamaha, when i hold the beam “kamehameha”
different moves, i am just different from different dudes
king to a p-wn we got different moves, i’m just indifferent from n-ggas like you
k!lling sh-t that is indeed how i do, n-ggas be slipping they all in my juice
came from the bas-m-nt, now i dance on the roof
they all try to beat me they line up and lose, n-gga make room
i’m the kid, throwing fits, hit a liq’, steal yo’ b-tch
many tricks, 26, on my wrist, talk your sh-t
miniclip, on my hip, play games, get hit, off the rip, see him slip, tell that p-ssy n-gga, “get a grip”

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