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bake freestyle - young m.a lyrics

[intro]
oh this what we doing?
aight listen, 2k19 man
c’mon man yall know im coming with a breestyle or freestyle, you know what i mean
2 up 2 down, whats good man
shout out to the clipse on this one man
brooklyn what up man, c’mon man y’all know i gotta talk that sh-t
man y’all know the vibes, man y’all know what i’m about to do
hehe you know i gotta get a lil c-cky on this one, gotta get a lil bocky on this one, you heard?

[verse]
uh, uh, f-ck what i hater think about me
if i feel it i’ma put it on a album (okay)
i’m tryna get this income and honestly, i could give a f-ck about the outcome (okay)
was looking for a reason to even keep rapping and finally i found one (okay)
yeah, they just tryna knock you down and you would be a fool if you allowed it, m.a pick your crown up
last minute in the 4th quarter, i was down one
then i hit the fade away jumper, shut the crowd up
feelin’ like tyson, knockin’ n-ggas out in round one
f-ck being number two, i’m comin’ for that #1
i need a bad b-tch and a down one
’cause f-ckin’ with them hoes gettin’ old
i’d rather come home to my own, buy a stove
ain’t nothin’ like p-ssy when you comin’ off the road, yeah
i’ma eat that p-ssy to the bone
“m.a you nasty” shut up b-tch, i’m grown
only goin’ platinum, gold ain’t a goal
tunnel vision, i feel like i’m lookin’ through a cone
and the streets still rocking with me
pocket rocket, got it with me (gggllltt)
all that tough sh-t, hey don’t you try it with me
keep a lion with me just in case
make a motor mouth n-gga hit the brakes
wrist drippin’ like i dipped it in a lake
i’ont care, b-tches curve me ’cause my tick is straight (factz)
sippin’ ace with lobster on my dinner plate
eatin’ great, make your b-tch feed me grapes
she got a even face with the serena cake
close my curtains on a hater, let ’em see the drapes (okay)
i keep my money a mystery
’cause i don’t know who a friend or a enemy
never let ’em see what you make (factz)
n-ggas told me to get ’em so i’ma get ‘em (get ‘em)
and we ain’t drippin’ in sauce, we drippin’ in venom
that’s snakes on the denim, spilling that toxic
i got a brick in my pocket ’cause i don’t carry a wallet
promote money, stop promotin’ that violence
but that’s word to james harden, we still holding the rockets (huh)
i don’t wanna be the plug man, call me the opposite (why?)
’cause what’s really the plug without the socket?
my money loud, yours on moment of silence (shhh)
everything quiet, everything silent
the problem is you broke n-ggas don’t know how to be honest
when i was broke, said i was broke
but i got up and grind it (okay)
i’ma cheap motherf-cker tho (huh), i love it tho (okay)
i get the money and i hold it for hostage
got the big yappa, let that b-tch sleep in the closet
if i wake her up, best believe she screaming and hollering (boom boom boom)
so stay your -ss off of my property
i live in the mountains, i let your b-tch see the horizon
last night she let me poke her like hontas
thought the b-tch was puerto rican, found out she was scottish
we live in two different worlds, we have nothin’ in common
long as she know to open up and let me put it inside her
white car, brown seats, look like a henny colada
make the audi matte black, license plate say wakanda
my b-tch said she mad at me, i just bought her designer
and some 30 years brazilian, now she thinks she’s chewbacca
i’m cool kinda but i’m standin’ in fire like who’s hotter
i’m one in a million like blue lobster
my swag sick, my drip come with a few doctors (okay), and a lifeguard (why?)
just so i won’t drown in my drip
$32,000 on my wrist, pool bound with a b-tch
you in pictures with your gang, that’s 10 clowns in a pic
bozos, wanna be gangstas for another n-ggas
that’s why none of these b-tches is f-cking with you (stupid)

[outro]
stupid! y’all n-ggas tryna flex for other n-ggas man
that’s y’all problem man, y’all here tryna flex for other n-ggas man
all these b-tches around, y’all out here tryna flex for other n-ggas man
f-cking weirdos, that’s why y’all don’t get no hoes
its m.a and i’m sicker than a mo’f-cker, f-ck it tho
it’s 2k19, had to bring the year in right man
you know what i mean? it’s brooklyn

- young m a lyrics

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