Fabolous Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle lyrics

Funkmaster Flex Freestyle lyrics (Lyrics)

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Feel like Im Big Meech
When I be cashing out
Holding my bottles up
Champaign splashing out
We all got rooms nobody crash the couch
More Ks at the crib than a Kardashian house
No Brian Pumper jewels just large links
A lot of ice in em Im talking large drinks
Lets see what the Audemar thinks
My necklace make chicks Nicki Minaj blink
There are no challengers F what the Dodge think
Im riding in the... my garage stinks
Cocunut Ciroc, coco-loso
Pretty boy swag never coke my nose though
Got your baby momma eating off a lead plates
It mean the World to her, to me its just a cheap date
Plenty fish in the sea and I keep bait
Youre a broke rollerblader, cheapskate!
My jeep plate say Tune in to the game
Competition killer, funerals the name
Listen up son, Im immune to all the lame
If I fathered your style, put a Jr. to your name
I searched the whole planet, theres no comp on Earth
Sky blue Js (Jordans), look like I sto mped a smurf

I said life is but a dream
Aint always what it seems
Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
Raise your glass now lets toast to when we didnt have
Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
I see haters in passing, yeah they round
I be on the way up, they be on the way down
Now I can sit and talk sh-t like Skip Bayless
You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
Wont be on Craigslist, lifestyle A-list
On my way to Vegas I part playlist
Yeah its just another page in my success story
I make my worst enemies wish the best for me
My only job, consistent and persistent
I go so hard my assistants need assistance
Im living mine hands on get the feel of it
Lifes a b-tch you might wanna get familair with

[Verse From Fabolous Bring Death To Em]
This the flow that put haters on their deathbed
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And make the chicks blow the whistle give me rev head
Somebody call 911 like clef said
Fore my mans n em black out, Meth Red!
The newspaper say young rapper left dead
The only suspect they have is young funeral
And when you see him
He might be on his goony proud
So you put him up in the air George Clooney style
Slow motion for me so just slim juvenile
Dont sh-t move a dude cant move his bowels
Catch it like Larry Fitzgerald
Kurt Warner bullets coming out the 5ths bureau
Baby Imma make it, my sh-ts thorough
You shootin blanks your sh-ts durrough
The competi... cant hold hold me
But first lay in a box and cross your hands for me
Fan base killer blame your loss of fans on me
I triple what you sees like Im Ross man homie (Triple C)
Dudes get to New York like losos dead Tony
You pick the place everybody cross the land for me
Keep it real, I cant endorse or stand phoneys
Less we arm wrestle dont force my hand homie
These YSLs cost a grand only
My white girl bought that Porsche Cayenne for me
Sweet, sweet like Georgia peaches
School of heart, I get brain from gorgeous teachers
Funeral in the house, no mortgage either
Any competition he see the boy just ethers
I cant feel my face this that Boston George reefer
You lie if you say I aint hotter than August weether
I mean weather!
You cant see me, I mean ever!
Ever ever, Andre 3 G
This is me G, Gucci print G-G
Clean ice neck full of frozen Fiji
Been in the game long as Mario, Luigi
No Juvenile, Wayne, Turk or B.G.
Im still Hot Boyz but its stutter gang jack
You bang right the first time they dont bang back
Yous cant ball like me they quickly meer in H.O.R.S.E
I bring death to em, no hearing loss!
Nice.
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