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Doja Freestyle

Machine Gun Kelly, Cordae
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[00:40.56] Alright, we're live in the homie's backyard right now

[00:00.00] Today, me and Cordae steppin' in the cypher

[00:00.00] What's Gucci?

[00:00.00] How can I be homosapian? I'm high as an alien

[00:00.00] Both of my lungs are in training

[00:00.00] I'm burning pounds, but not inside a gymnasium

[00:00.00] This off the cranium, this is a nuclear weapon, my bars are uranium

[00:00.00] (Ah) I'm spittin' fire

[00:00.00] This must be House of the Dragons, I'm a Targaryen

[00:00.00] I don't deal with pussies, I'm not a veterinarian (Nah)

[00:00.00] But I might educate and slap a pussy boy like a disciplinarian (Woo)

[00:00.00] I got a lotta skater homies that'll hit a ramp and do a varial

[00:00.00] I got a lotta mob ties, put you up under the sea with Ariel (Damn)

[00:00.00] I got syrup in my cereal (Yeah), I blow an O like a Cheerio (Woo)

[00:00.00] I shook his hand, but I didn't like his vibe so I used antibacterial (On God)

[00:00.00] I'm too sick, no vanerial, but I must be a disease

[00:00.00] 'Cause the way that my competition keep on trying but dying

[00:00.00] I'm tellin' you this is a burial

[00:00.00] There he go, laying six feet while I stand 6'6" in these new kicks

[00:00.00] Sittin' in a double R with the double-X roof print

[00:00.00] Cigar in my mouth like the cover of the blueprint

[00:00.00] This leopard interiors animalistic

[00:00.00] My middle finger's a characteristic

[00:00.00] You hear this voice in my lower intestine?

[00:00.00] That's my competition, I'm cannibalistic

[00:00.00] How can I be homosapian? I'm a fucking alien

[00:00.00] How the fuck could you say that I fell off? I just sold out a stadium

[00:00.00] Crazy I didn't have a date to prom

[00:00.00] 'Cause now I'm like "Look who I'm marrying"

[00:00.00] I came outta Cleveland and now the timezone I'm in is Australian

[00:00.00] Wait, last week it was London, had Skepta at the function

[00:00.00] Wembley and its shutdown pre-show

[00:00.00] And we backstage, and you know what we crumblin'

[00:00.00] Stepped out 'cause the man them thought he was a big dog

[00:00.00] So I had to son him

[00:00.00] Test me and we spray like Jetski turn it to a danceoff

[00:00.00] Make 'em start krumpin'

[00:00.00] Uh, how can I be misogynistic? I love all my bitches

[00:00.00] Grandma used to whoop a nigga with switches

[00:00.00] That was way before the switches

[00:00.00] I was just talking to Kells and he told me pull up at the crib

[00:00.00] He gon' throw on a beat (Yeah)

[00:00.00] You can be born in motherfuckin' Antarctica

[00:00.00] Promise that nigga ain't colder than me (Uh)

[00:00.00] I was just talking to God and he told me I got it

[00:00.00] Don't worry, it's all taken care of

[00:00.00] Ya'll niggas stay on the blogs, I stay on the rise

[00:00.00] So please just do not compare us (Uh)

[00:00.00] I'm from the city where niggas gon' make you pay tariffs (Yeah)

[00:00.00] Them niggas strapped like the sheriff (Yeah)

[00:00.00] Promise my whole family good if a nigga gon' perish

[00:00.00] They in my will like a Ferris

[00:00.00] Ay, hop in the coupe when in London I'm off a bar

[00:00.00] So I can't properly function

[00:00.00] Ay, I buy real estate when niggas is bored

[00:00.00] Damn, my monopoly jumpin'

[00:00.00] Ay, real music may not get the awards, but you cannot stop the consumption

[00:00.00] Ay, go outside, think you don't need a strap

[00:00.00] That was a sloppy assumption

[00:00.00] Ay, I know I'm far from a gangsta, rest in peace Juice

[00:00.00] That boy armed and he dangerous (Yeah)

[00:00.00] Run up on bro, better call you an angel

[00:00.00] My dick so long, that shit fall to my ankles

[00:00.00] Ay, stop playin', boy, I'm done with the jokes

[00:00.00] That album's trash that you dropped for them folks

[00:00.00] Disappointed but I'm Prada my coat

[00:00.00] I'm comin' soon, we unlocking the vault