M.A.L.C. City Freestyle by TAKECAREVXBES Lyrics

[Verse 1: M.A.L.C.]
Excuse Me, Look I'm Sorry
Mayn I'm Back Up On My Bully

Had To Trick Off On A Hoe
Inna Gucci Branded Hoodie

Heard She Said I Won't Be Nothing
So I Just Throw Her Them Deuces

When I Get Back To The Crib
And Hit The Booth I'm Going Stupid

Demolish A Instrumental
Then Finish With A Hydoken

Been Ripping These Beats For Years
Can Prove That I'm Not The New Kid

My Shawty Goin' Clap Her Booty
Whenever, I'm Never Losing
And She Won't Be Refusing
She'll Suck Me Off Then Salute Me

And When I'm Onna Road
My Nigga Move It Or Lose It

And Yes I'm On Island
On A Highway Cruising

Coolan, I Mean Boolan
In A Range Rover Booming

And Yes I Got The Flavor
Baby All Types Of Juices

Once Upon A Time
While Stacy's Parents On Vacation

They Call To Just Check Up
On They Favorite Honor Roll Baby

While Phones Are Blowing Up
They Wanna Know Our Whereabouts

But Me And Stacy Coolan
Fucking In Her Parents House
Believe Me I Was Wild
And A Problem Child

Used To Hit The Corner Store
Every Morning Before I Go School

To Pick Up A Bag Of Frooties
And A Cup Of That Purple Juice

Doing Stupid Shit With Niggas
Shit That I Could Not Refuse

Mayn I Never Got Caught Slippin'
Get To Kickin' It In These Shoes

Every Time I Buss A Flow
Like A TV, People On Mute

Lyrics Dumping From My Head
The Average Rapper Can't Keep Up

I Swear To God I'm On My Grind
While Everybody Sleeping

No Longer You Bitches Mistake
My Kindness To Be My Weakness
I'm Making All You Bitches Pay Up
That Money, For A Fucking Favor
I'm Fed Up

[Verse 2: $kylight]
Bitch I'm Fed Up
Nigga Get Your Bread Up

Broke Ass Niggas Always Looking For A Hand Out
Yeen Gettin' Shit, Nigga Please Don't Put Your Hand Out

Wait, Put Your Hand Out
Cause I Got Something Else To Hand Out, Nigga

Yeen With The Squad, Yeen With My Clique
Yeen With The Gang, Yeen With The Shit

So Nigga I Don't Know You
Please Don't Act Like You Know Me

When You Out Here Making Money
Niggas Call You Their Homie

And I Should Send Some Hits Out
To Them Niggas Who Owe Me

But I'ma Ball On Them Niggas
Like My First Name Is Kobe

I'm With The Lakers, Bitch I'm Shooting
Got These Bitches Choosing

Young Nigga Got The Sauce
Ain't Worried Bout Your Juices

I'ma Leave These Niggas Clueless
(Aye)
Tell 'Em This My This My New Shit
(Aye)
I Been On Some New Shit, So Yeah I'ma Act Brand New Bitch
(Ayee)

Bitch I'm Shooting
Got These Bitches Choosing

I Ain't Worried Bout Your Juices

I'ma Leave These Niggas Clueless

Tell 'Em This My This My Shit

I Been On Some New Shit, So Yeah I'ma Act Brand New Bitch

[Verse 3: M.A.L.C.]
Money Making Malcolm
Goin' Retarded On This Beat

If You Want It, Then You Got It
This A Package Full Of Heat

Rolling-Rolling With 16'12s
It Got Me Caught Up In The Moment

Got My Speakers Going Stupid
While Chasing After Crayola

The Only Color I'm Talking Bout Is
Lime, Green

Ahead Of Competition
They Behind, Me

Shawty Why You Trippin'
Lying Saying You Miss Me

Miss Me With That Bullshit
Dream Chasing I'm Busy

The Only Thing All Of You
Do Is Go And Give Me A Headache

Ain't Good For Nothing But Drama
That's All You Wanna Create

Constantly Causing
Problems Goin' Get You Cut Off Today

I'm Not Playing With You
Go Ahead And Think It's A Game

Everybody Knows
That I Am Simply Intelligent

I Can Afford To Waist No Time
These People Irrelevant

I'm From That D-M-V
P-G-2-3-R-D., Parkway
Sickest MC In The MD, M.A.L.C., Peace

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