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lirik lagu [ the beginning – freestyle ~ 1 ] – [ tali & milo ]

[ the beginning * freestyle ~ 1 ] lyrics
[verse 1: vespire]
yeah, i’m that type of b*tch to make a n*gga stay folded
yeah, he givin’ me that sh*tty attitude, stay molded
wavin’ my sh*t like it was his all along
get the f*ck out, i say, stay the f*ck gone
b*tches on my wristw*tch like it’s their’s to keep
tiaka mi, vesolip
drop my sh*t and get the f*ck out
(i say, drop my sh*t and get the f*ck out)
(i say,) all these paparazzi
givin’ me anxiety
talkin’ bout, (woah, woah) whip on the dolla tree
ain’t n0body f*ck with me
ain’t n0body f*ck for free
ain’t n0body ever wanna, e*ever wanna f*ck with three

[verse 2: ilomilo]
you b*tches swear you hate drama, then you spit like a llama
casual ass hoes, need to go back to preschool, pajamas
go and cry, cry, cry, to your papa and mama
i’m on my gotchu, gotchi like tama
quirky f*ckers gеt on my nerves, all you are is sеnseless pervs
i shoot my shot, then you b*tches swerve (skrrt!)
i bring this heat that all you motherf*ckers don’t deserve
you gotta be careful with your f*ckin’ words
your rhymes are ass, at this point, jail is where you’re headed
twenty something, your parents waitin’ for you to be wedded
it’s so pathetic, ha, for once, do something better
you see those anime titties, now you’re wetter (the f*ck?)
you so dumb and illiterate, can’t write no pity letters
for shame, just go hide in your blankets and your sweaters
[verse 3: jada 0/////0]
ladies staring at you, jada, think they tryna f*ck?
nah bruh, they just staring at my g*y haircut
i’ve been used to b*tches tryna talk sh*t, tryna hate
b*tch, your mom was a sl*t, and you was a mistake
i’ve been on here and dominating this sh*t
and the last thing i need is another basic b*tch
i’ve been rhyming since i was 8
now my boy nigel saying that i ate
i’m a rap savior
not on my best behavior
rhyme scheme is getting crazier
getting bigger and scarier
this k!lls, someone’s gotta burry her
tagged people cause more the merrier
dark tali, and jada, the fairy girl

[verse 4: øddity]
them opps always get in my face
you know that jit finna get hit with the mace
he think he tough, what else can i say
he live in california, at 399 weymouth place
his name is bruce, k!ll his fam, call him wayne
i ain’t no joker, promise you i’m not tame
snappin his back like my last name was bane
i been riddlin’ and figurin’ out i’m not sane
i murder children when i am in the mood
i eat them when i want food
spit them out, leave them unchewed
walk into walmart when i’m in the nude
i am bi, i wanna f*ck dudes
but i am not a top, please don’t assume
i sub for your mom, she got an attitude
but i don’t care, i have parental issues
[verse 5: kh*ri]
poppin outta pocket para party crash the posse cut
spittin poles and pigeons, push to gains, i got pilates up
crooked toothpick losing all his hubris stay with moxie strut
hoot*n*holler worth a silver dollar make the song corrupt
still gon’ hold a bottle up, orange cream soda
stank face maker on bars, there’s a mean odor
kick him to the curb, he gon’ see a star, dream novas
sting like king cobras, he finna meet these blueish*green loafers
we don’t just play ’round, we runs sets for 30s
big drift on the whip, the skirts don’t curtsey
shinin’ on these n*ggas. wake up bright and early
ops washed up like chores, and we still do em dirty
don’t really push white girl, ain’t big on fergie
but it takes more than being gutter just to try and murk me
maybe next thursday i’ll be at peak performance
deadass just wrote this before the dormance

[verse 6: wokejb]
f*ck n*gga trippin ima get rid of him
im kicking him
my b*tch yeah she l!ckin it, l!ckin it
these bricks n*gga im flippin it, flippin it
with the glock you never be tentative

[verse 7: aj_official2005]
is it me or is my life just a comedy like joker
pull up in all make*up
pull up like i’m chief keef shout*out to young sosa
i love my followers/fans it’s time for the love and peace to build up
this is my come*up
still waiting for logic to drop that album of his
taking it back to the vinyl days
talking to this person he keeps testing me like a quiz
god will always be with me even after my final days
[verse 8: 19oo]
if you called for the smoke, we pull up in your house
the choppa in my hip, put the bl!ck in his mouth
i catch you while you walkin’, i’m bl!ckin’, i’m bl!ckin’ i’m bl!ckin’ til’ lil’ boy get some clout
choppa make him downbad, we beatin’ him out
i got me some shooters, they came up from the south
he said he catchin’ the bodies, i really doubt
o*once he get three shots, he now know what the chop about
shoutout oddity, this chop is about it
they like my swag ’cause i’m clouted
choppa on me, you get to block in
beat his ass up, this no chris brown
i’ve been a king, now give me my crown
we made him a pack, shout out ******
glockie on me, this a safari
she said i’m a lame, now she tellin’ me sorry

- tali milo

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