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A Turquoise Freestyle
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Yung Humma
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Yo, this is Turquoise Jeep Ha, we bout to freak this Off the dome, baby Ayo, first off we got F. Floss Go F. Floss Internatio-known Get back with your wack raps and give Flynt Floss the throne F. Floss, the one and only boss I got a whole lotta wins and not one loss I'm tired of wack MCs tryna be me I'm a Mac, you're PC I'm 80, you BC New realm, new species Close your eyes, can't see me I'm the shhhh- Another word feces All truth, no lies My flow hotter than four McDonalds apple pies Have your girl creeping at my crib at sunrise Sneaking in your room before you open your еyes No surprise that my flow this sick I cut up this track, I need a first aid kit Making new words likе dismalificous I'm just so sick it may seem ridiculous I know they say Floss just so conspicuous But the game need Floss, so applaud He exists Hahaha It's my turn, Floss From the top of the head to the tip of the tongue Let's go Yung Humma Sorry I been waiting But I was in the back, butt naked, roller skating Mhm, every time I start rapping Folks start to cheer, I can hear my grandmama clapping She said "go ahead sweetie" My rhymes are so healthy, you'd think I was spitting Wheaties Mhm, my competition is zero I'm invincible, call me Humma the hero Yung Humma, hard break kid of the Jeep When ladies play with me you know that they playing for keeps By the time she gets to me she's been waiting for weeks Authoring the game of smanging, [?] Women anticipating like they're preparing for summer Anxious for pizza boy to come and melt their butter She walks in the room and I'm gonna take her under Subwoofing in her jeans, call it beats by Humma Your girl smiles at me, she remembers my girth I can't help it, dawg, I've been like that since birth There's more heat in my rhymes than the core of the earth You think that you could measure up? You're overstepping your worth 'Cause I'm systematic, erratic, my words are like an attic Addicted to spitting, turning protagonists fanatics Interlovers are real-ish, changing their habits Farmer in the fields, eating you haters, calling you cabbage Hmmm Yo can I try this rap thing for a second? Let's go Whatchya, coming at ya with a real life metaphor Met your girl, laid her down, whatchu think I met her for? Heartbreaks, promises, I been there, done that Your girl, my crib, ha [?], I got my own style Dominoes can't deliver that Sold out shows, fan pics, Instagram that So what we talking for? Your girl I did explore Ate her up and threw her out like an apple core So shawty what's your name? I checked her resume Lame dudes be trying but they're forever fake Not tryna have my cake, and then I eat it, too But it's a shame if I sing or spit better than you Haha Turquoise Jeep, what else you need? We out, baby
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