long live mc (long live a$ap freestyle) - mc lyrics

they like ‘mc where you be going?’ im just tree-ijuana blowing
yall some motherf-cking blood suckers, giovanna plowman
letter v, im probably past you, but i dont let no cash past me
i need my chips, right up front, looking like a$ap nast
millionaire by 21, im hot, you ain’t gotta wonder son
my flow sick, got n-ggas holding they stomach like a c-mberbund
suits me, money is the sum 4 1. no rhymes for no reason
plus my crew ball like 23, no lying, no treason
flow cold in any season, got tracks bumping like a 64′
you ain’t even know i was adding people, you other rappers a bit slow
im probably smoking in machu picchu, or im out in ca
double meanings ill never teach you, i’mma rap g*nius what he say
pacifier -ss rappers, n-ggas got a sucking problem
run through em like tissue, yeah i got an issue, yeah i got a f-cking problem
they say they gone top mine, i dont think they want it
cause the only time they got hot lines, is when they 1-800

i’mma lyrical -ss-ssin, i could spit and run a war
but id rather get my cash in, shift shift and number 4
shift shift and number 4, sh-sh-shift and number 4
send you kids on blunt runs, bring my sh-t back from the store
this sh-t ain’t no riddle, i ride for n-ggas im with
we get money, & break it down the middle like a spliff
man, smoking on sativa’s, mean saliva when i spit
shout out to the homie number 5, man flacco be the sh-t!
20’s of that purple weed, i smoke by the zip
rocking play cloths bran’ again, feeling like im kip
i keep one eye open just like leela, i never ever slip
i could spit another 16, but this is all you get

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- mc lyrics

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