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harlow freestyle - mukazi lyrics

kaziwiththat huh!
[verse: mukazi]
what’s poppin
louis cristal i’m poppin
louis vuitton i’m coppin
tags in this b*tch i’m poppin
trade rags 4 the ritches i’m swapping
roof top on the whip i’m chopping
new bars in this b*tch i’m dropping
hurdles in this b*tch hip*hoping
put my d*ck in her hip she hoppin
put my d*ck on ha lip she toppin
blow me like a cherry bomb she sparked it
put the cherry on top new target
if i shoot my shot, can’t block it cuz im cherry picking p*ssy she popping
i got chains on my neck like a sprocket and i’m fly as a b*tch skyrocket
like versace these n*ggas in the closet
talk is cheap these n*ggas out of pocket
selling lies won’t make you a profit
your 2 cents ain’t worth my deposit
yo b*tch check me out likе a checkbook
i just drew her attеntion no sketchbook
ima knock that p*ssy out like a left hook
i could pass that b*tch like westbrook
spenzo in this b*tch can’t wife ha
it’s a wrap for that for that b*tch like a cypher
i’m the sh*t in this b*tch no diaper
on the roof i’m chillin wit a sniper
young n*gga i’m fly like jet
pay homage before i put you in debt
my n*ggas beat yo ass till you throw a towel like keith i ain’t even gotta sweat
white t, nike slides, and sweats
big ju wit me pose a threat
let my money sing vocal sets
pockets getting thick tokyo jets
old money like vasco da gama
i’m on a come up chasing the commas
like kesha lance i came from the bottoms
shoot em i got em ima red*dot em
turn my gum bottoms into red bottoms
it’s tragic mo money mo problems
it’s magic mo money mo bamba
jack harlow im rolling with drama
i’m shootin like the red mamba
tell the white mamba ima bread hunter
like the black mamba
breaking backboards like the chocolate thunder and i gotta plunder
get money music to my ears ask shazam
presidential rolie in the air got the upper hand
now i’m linkin (lincoln) wit his b*tch like abraham
hit it from the back i’ma crack her like teddy grahams
laws of attraction ima pass her like a bar exam
been in the game roger that ima veteran
they still wet behind years i’m the dryest brand
these n*ggas settrip me i got the dryest plans
like john doe i’m just spying for the spying cam
can’t take me out this sh*t is cooked like a frying pan
i know it’s a dirty game so i keep a box of gain
never go against the grain
never goin broke again
what’s brackin?
code to the safe still cracking
fingers itching still stacking
im lurkin y’all lackin
what popping?
what’s gucci? guwop
like tunechi blood walk
drip on my walk who’s moppin?
count fetti still wappin
new freazer jaw*dropping
ice in my veins tic tocking
ona dlow still boppin

- mukazi lyrics

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