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rather be freestyle - likdageek lyrics

[intro]
yeah
look, you know i’m finna k!ll this instrumental
why? ’cause it’s cleaner than an old spice whistle
she f*ck around, getting played like a fiddle
n*ggas ain’t the boss of me like malcolm in the middle

[verse]
finna rap on this happy ass beat
y’all like, “who the f*ck is that?” i’m likdageek
and i got a bad b*tch right under the sheets
like a ghost doing paranormal activities
didn’t know me, now they f*cking with the kid like a priest
and they really tried to say my sh*t was mid, i’m a beast
i already know that she is for the streets
but guess what i was doing last week?
i was kicking it, yup
with your new b*tch, (?) music
she gave me brain, but i’m not her student
and if i leave her, i think she might lose it
’cause she might get played, batteries not included
and i’m not a pig, but babe i am ruthless
i feel like a nuisance, i took out my deuces
too sick, got the mucus, i got them all clueless
god d*mn, gas strong as f*ck, dodge ram
might take somebody’s b*tch like jim got pam
i got the girl shaking all ass like the spam
and i used to think carly was badder than sam
but now i think about it, they was both pretty bad
your girl i hit once, then i’m gone like my dad
i’m so ahead of my time that they want what i have
but don’t get mad
true fame, i just want it fast like usain
some call me crazy, but i feel like i’m too sane
i just want a new chain, maybe want a two ring
f*ck somebody up like liu kang, yeah
different colored b*tches on me, no kahoot! game
i just want my diamonds whiter than somebody rubbing up soufflé
while listening to michael bublé, with a toupée, touché
tell me why they always gotta hate
oh he mad ’cause i prolly bring his b*tch on a date
took her to the crib like i’m selling real estate
and i’m flipping in this b*tch, jeff hardy twist of fate
yeah i be on tiktok, but i can’t do the renegade
in a maze, in my world i got the juice, minute maid
and everybody always tryna tell me to behave
but the thing is i give no f*cks
feel like randy orton in ’09
shout*out billie eilish, don’t know why but she so fine
these n*ggas tryna copy, they my clones like oh, try
pockets fat, look like they should play on the o*line
oh my gosh, i’m the one with the heat
i ain’t talking chris bosh, i’m too turnt up, i feel like i’m in a mosh
i just do it for my brothers like i watch too much drake & josh
in advance, i apologize
she want a quickie but i last longer than mcdonald’s fries
i would be in the field, but you see i ain’t tryna die
my stupid ass would prolly rather go to f*cking comic*con or some sh*t
i might take your b*tch ’cause she getting kinda h*rny
feel the rain on my skin, no one else can feel it for me
and i like an older b*tch, i don’t care if she 40
you know i’m k!lling sh*t, american horror story
god d*mn, i’m (?) we gotta scram
that b*tch think we linkin’ but i’m not abraham
she just wanna take my cash, mr. krabs with the clam
disappear in this b*tch like, “alakazam”
big booty ass, look like a venn diagram
get the d like she barely even passed the exam
d*mn, digging mad ’cause i am who i am
man, i’m balling like nba jam or 2k
getting off the gram, (?)
hoes getting freaky like a shoelace
feel like kelly oubre, why? ’cause these b*tches all want me ’cause i stay with the bread like i (?)
i got a suitcase filled with blue face in a cool place
f*ck a n*gga up, master oogway
she want me now, too late, stay in the mix like some kool*aid
n*ggas watching me like blu*ray
tell me why i’m so f*cking great
and to be honest, i don’t even really eat frosted flakes
i’m a cinnamon toast crunch guy, got 5 days
can you tell me who is better than me, ’cause i’ll wait
n*ggas mad ’cause i wanna know, yes, they irate
and if it ain’t about money, then get out my face
and n*ggas really tryna eat from my plate
but, it’s whatever, now
hopefully i don’t get sued for this
you know i just be on my stupid sh*t
and i’m balling like nikola vučević
and they hating, but i guess that i’m used to it
so i’ma just keep on rapping
and i don’t really give a f*ck about whatever happens
and plus she mad thick and just like patrick, she want me to firmly grasp it
i’m on my ski mask sh*t, i feel like the four, b*tch
i’m feelin’ fantastic, b*tch, she fat and
boujee and ratchet, she bad just like the michael jackson
jackin’ like nash off (?)
straight to my brothers like jonas, these n*ggas be cappin’
these n*ggas be bogus, got adhd, b*tch i can’t even focus
you know i be on it, and just like my clothes i ain’t folding
so tell me why she wetter than a lake
oh they thought i wasn’t good so i had to demonstrate
straight gas on my ass, higher than a crime rate
if you look into my eyes, you’ll see they dilate
n*ggas mad ’cause of how much cash that i make
and they want me to stop, but just know that i can’t
’cause you know i had to k!ll it for old times’ sake

- likdageek lyrics

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