Young M.A "Beatbox Freestyle" (Official Music Video)
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β±οΈ 2:05 duration
π ID: 9540266
π Lyrics
Fuck it, I'm goin' straight in
Damn E, this shit exclusive (hey)
So much water on my neck, It's like I'm detoxing
Two drums and two sticks I'm beatboxin' (grr, hey)
I wish he would, We gon' treat top him (pop, pop, pop)
I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)
Fuck a Grammy, I got the streets watching (streets watching)
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching (R.I.P)
Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (goddamn)
Got this new bitch now we toxic, can't cap, I been toxic (damn)
Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)
Always got the .40 on me with the beam and plus I keep options
Ready to get it started (pop), Vv's on my chest
Now I'm cold hearted (uh), diamonds go retarded (uh)
Living in big houses from apartments, bitch I madΠ΅ it out
My money and my loyalty, two things I'll never play about (hm, hm)
My oppositions tryna takΠ΅ me out (okay)
And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
Fuck what you thought ain't shit to think about (no, no)
A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up "Fuck it, him out"
We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
Look like alcoholics
Free my blooder, Murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (gang)
I be on that private plane, champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God
So much body on this bitch can't even park it
I don't never rep my jewelry (skrr), If I wear it, bitch I bought it
That's 'cause I could afford it (facts)
I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, It's getting boring now
They like "M.A how you been?" can't even call it
I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office
Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like math books
The money turn me on, it's just some' bout "how that cash look" (damn)
Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)
She a pretty lil' dicky, but ay lil mama "how that bag look?"
You look good but if you're broke then, that's a bad look
Turn around, Let me get that last a look (oou)
Get outta here
Fuck outta here
Damn E, this shit exclusive (hey)
So much water on my neck, It's like I'm detoxing
Two drums and two sticks I'm beatboxin' (grr, hey)
I wish he would, We gon' treat top him (pop, pop, pop)
I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)
Fuck a Grammy, I got the streets watching (streets watching)
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching (R.I.P)
Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (goddamn)
Got this new bitch now we toxic, can't cap, I been toxic (damn)
Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)
Always got the .40 on me with the beam and plus I keep options
Ready to get it started (pop), Vv's on my chest
Now I'm cold hearted (uh), diamonds go retarded (uh)
Living in big houses from apartments, bitch I madΠ΅ it out
My money and my loyalty, two things I'll never play about (hm, hm)
My oppositions tryna takΠ΅ me out (okay)
And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
Fuck what you thought ain't shit to think about (no, no)
A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up "Fuck it, him out"
We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
Look like alcoholics
Free my blooder, Murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (gang)
I be on that private plane, champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God
So much body on this bitch can't even park it
I don't never rep my jewelry (skrr), If I wear it, bitch I bought it
That's 'cause I could afford it (facts)
I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, It's getting boring now
They like "M.A how you been?" can't even call it
I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office
Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like math books
The money turn me on, it's just some' bout "how that cash look" (damn)
Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)
She a pretty lil' dicky, but ay lil mama "how that bag look?"
You look good but if you're broke then, that's a bad look
Turn around, Let me get that last a look (oou)
Get outta here
Fuck outta here
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.67] Fuck it, I'm goin' straight in
[00:10.89] Damn E, this shit exclusive (hey)
[00:12.00] So much water on my neck, It's like I'm detoxing
[00:14.11] Two drums and two sticks I'm beatboxin' (grr, hey)
[00:17.12] I wish he would, We gon' treat top him (pop, pop, pop)
[00:20.12] I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)
[00:23.40] Fuck a Grammy, I got the streets watching (streets watching)
[00:25.69] And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
[00:27.86] I know that he watching (R.I.P)
[00:29.56] Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (goddamn)
[00:31.84] Got this new bitch now we toxic, can't cap, I been toxic (damn)
[00:35.41] Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)
[00:38.37] Always got the .40 on me with the beam and plus I keep options
[00:41.31] Ready to get it started (pop), Vv's on my chest
[00:43.82] Now I'm cold hearted (uh), diamonds go retarded (uh)
[00:46.94] Living in big houses from apartments, bitch I madΠ΅ it out
[00:49.84] My money and my loyalty, two things I'll never play about (hm, hm)
[00:53.41] My oppositions tryna takΠ΅ me out (okay)
[00:55.75] And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
[00:59.48] Fuck what you thought ain't shit to think about (no, no)
[01:01.63] A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up "Fuck it, him out"
[01:05.06] We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
[01:07.95] Look like alcoholics
[01:09.59] Free my blooder, Murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (gang)
[01:12.42] I be on that private plane, champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God
[01:17.46] So much body on this bitch can't even park it
[01:19.67] I don't never rep my jewelry (skrr), If I wear it, bitch I bought it
[01:23.45] That's 'cause I could afford it (facts)
[01:25.86] I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, It's getting boring now
[01:29.50] They like "M.A how you been?" can't even call it
[01:31.77] I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office
[01:35.03] Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like math books
[01:37.80] The money turn me on, it's just some' bout "how that cash look" (damn)
[01:41.57] Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)
[01:43.85] She a pretty lil' dicky, but ay lil mama "how that bag look?"
[01:47.62] You look good but if you're broke then, that's a bad look
[01:50.20] Turn around, Let me get that last a look (oou)
[01:53.95] Get outta here
[01:55.81] Fuck outta here
[01:57.37]
[00:10.89] Damn E, this shit exclusive (hey)
[00:12.00] So much water on my neck, It's like I'm detoxing
[00:14.11] Two drums and two sticks I'm beatboxin' (grr, hey)
[00:17.12] I wish he would, We gon' treat top him (pop, pop, pop)
[00:20.12] I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)
[00:23.40] Fuck a Grammy, I got the streets watching (streets watching)
[00:25.69] And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
[00:27.86] I know that he watching (R.I.P)
[00:29.56] Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (goddamn)
[00:31.84] Got this new bitch now we toxic, can't cap, I been toxic (damn)
[00:35.41] Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)
[00:38.37] Always got the .40 on me with the beam and plus I keep options
[00:41.31] Ready to get it started (pop), Vv's on my chest
[00:43.82] Now I'm cold hearted (uh), diamonds go retarded (uh)
[00:46.94] Living in big houses from apartments, bitch I madΠ΅ it out
[00:49.84] My money and my loyalty, two things I'll never play about (hm, hm)
[00:53.41] My oppositions tryna takΠ΅ me out (okay)
[00:55.75] And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
[00:59.48] Fuck what you thought ain't shit to think about (no, no)
[01:01.63] A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up "Fuck it, him out"
[01:05.06] We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
[01:07.95] Look like alcoholics
[01:09.59] Free my blooder, Murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (gang)
[01:12.42] I be on that private plane, champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God
[01:17.46] So much body on this bitch can't even park it
[01:19.67] I don't never rep my jewelry (skrr), If I wear it, bitch I bought it
[01:23.45] That's 'cause I could afford it (facts)
[01:25.86] I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, It's getting boring now
[01:29.50] They like "M.A how you been?" can't even call it
[01:31.77] I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office
[01:35.03] Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like math books
[01:37.80] The money turn me on, it's just some' bout "how that cash look" (damn)
[01:41.57] Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)
[01:43.85] She a pretty lil' dicky, but ay lil mama "how that bag look?"
[01:47.62] You look good but if you're broke then, that's a bad look
[01:50.20] Turn around, Let me get that last a look (oou)
[01:53.95] Get outta here
[01:55.81] Fuck outta here
[01:57.37]