i wrote a freestyle to this joint a minute ago..
never got around to recordin it.
maybe one day..
hey bag lady, i like your bag, lady/
it got the same logo that my wallet has baby/
yeah that’s the louie, lookin’ oh so gooey/
hot n chewy, don’t you wish you knew me?/
i’m so damn fly that the pilot flew me/
..pause, but these bars is so damn hot/
and you know they straight off the stove top../
..of my dome. ET phone home, won’t leave me alone/
my girls back on Mars keep blowin up my phone/
they callin me a dogg, and i’m just tryna bone/
they like the way my swagg stand out like traffic cones/
the sickest bastard on.. the track../
just blast it on yo stereo, there we go/
my flow is just oh so.. whoa/
..yeah you know its crazy/
i gotta do it cuz hip hop made me/
so i gotta make hiphop, yeah my shits hot/
..yeah you know it rock/
i’m killin this man, when will it stop?/
maybe now, lemme check the clock/
its about 1.30 in the afternoon/
ain’t got shit to do but just keep it cool/
and if you think this whack, then i think you’re a fool/
matsuflex flow, and you lookin like a tool/
and i’m just tryna screw, i don’t wanna drive her../
in the wrong direction, don’t jive her/
i’m just tryna work wit it like macgyver/
if bein fresh was a crime then i would be a lifer…
remember, it was a freestyle so idunno if that was exactly what i said..
but oh well, shit’s pretty dope regardless.
