"feeling like a genius when it come to my mind frame, focused like a set of eyeballs in cartier frames, runnin 4 my riches cuz they encrypted wit my name"!
Off the tip of my fingers, translated to da blog spot/mizz tuffy hott, like the spot lil nikky hate/ always on da come up, from sun up 2 moon light/ mizz tuffy dipper got niccas tryna sip her/ lick her in ways u only do to a lollipop/ Mood on groovy cuz I'm such a 80's storke drop/ drip-drop, hip-hop outta my pores...I feel no remorse when it come to making folk mad/ Middle fingers up! cuz they stuck thata way/ U say nonsense that I type thisa way, I'll spit thisa way 2 ur face, like, no way! Outside of da box, I'm unwrapped, a couple bolts loose/ rockin round... IN MY rockin roll cranium.../ And I'm sorta like not slow/ I move so fast they scream don't Go! Its da take off, from-da top of my dome/ give niccas da home phone... just becuz I'm never home.../ who cares if its intoxing... take one lil shot, I have ya A-dic-ted/ A bitchez catch dis hook, abcd and u still don't get it/ I be waggin my swaggin like a peacot & I just dn't stop, just becuz I'm tired...I get fired up↑ like strike! Mizz tuffy this mizz tuffy that, I bet on her cuz she spit bananas...bandana hangin outta my pocket book/ got book sense, street sense, go home if u dn't go hard sense/ Only lady spittin crazy to a mesh product! Ma-fukkers talkin loud like they chest nocuous! Watch it! like no-no/ tappin niccas on da hands like they adolesents/ Got dat droool, slob flow like a numb lip/Getta grip for I give u texture ta grip/ slip knots in da rope of my victims...I'm puppet master chick wit demented ways, shid reallly I could go for dayz, but I rather stop engage da haze like take me away. (Thts nothing!)
STAY TUNED TIL...NEXT FREESTYLE FRIDAY...
"feeling like a genius when it come to my mind frame, focused like a set of eyeballs in cartier frames, runnin 4 my riches cuz they encrypted wit my name"!
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