Manolo Rose & Memphis Bleek | Funk Flex | #Freestyle033

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Manolo Rose & Memphis Bleek | Funk Flex | #Freestyle033

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[Verse 1: Manolo Rose and Funk Flex] Uh-huh, let's go I came into this game on Ave back The same way Jay came in on Jaz back We all seen what happened with that, facts (Yeah!) I might send you a text in all caps (No caps!) Huh, like this is old Got my Spanish chick at home, she cooking that chicharron I probably out cheatin' so all I hear on the phone is butahs, anybody tones Soul claps for you niggas out there trying Bunch of little me's, I should change my name to Simon Jeep Pathfinder, feeling like I'm Danny Diamondz Lex GS was assessin' the 'jects I had to up the ante to a Bentley, nothing more, nothing less (Uh-huh) You give me kids with no food up in they stomach (Mmm!) And give 'em something to aspire to Fake gold with no diamonds is what a liar do Drop me in the jungle, I came out rockin' a fur, that's what a lion do This is all food for thoughts, you do the dishes Your OG handed you packs, you did the disher While I was out countin' the math doin' addition And niggas get religious when them bullets stop missin' Brothers kill brothers all the time, can forget about Abel Exodus 20:13 is what saved you [Verse 2: Manolo Rose] I'm still here out fresh off the deal and I'm doing dumb shit Off-White three days straight, fly bum shit Herringbone, no Cuban, I'm on my new shit Stack season, no spendin', I'm on my juice shit Niggas want to ride my wave with no surfboard Niggas want to ride my dick with no helmet on Brown liquor, no Hinton, D'usse way Cult killer, calm nigga, call me Willie Horton A Max it 45 hundred, talkin' dirty now Got the picture streamin' out now like Big Abel's out Bitches said I got that glow like I'm fresh out Thirty deep up in the club you know how we do Turn it to a Flatbush alley, you know how we move Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, that's two time J.P., throw up the set, still super, Flex Tin bottle, gold ace, off the CashApp [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Let's get to it! Hey yo We just some street niggas with some petitte bitches I let you do the dishes after we eat, nigga I hold my Glock, I hold the spot I tell the baddest bitch eat the pussy, give me top I'm balling, I just might mess my Achilles up Still getting wrapped money, even though my deal is up (Warehouse!) It's The Roc nigga, started with rocks, nigga I'll get your wings clipped for a half a block, nigga That's word, your wife is a thot And them ain't no riders, all of them cops You was a hot a year ago and now you not And I'm just at the dealer like bring that drop (Yeah!) Black bottles (Uh!), black models Go against the team, you won't make it through tomorrow (Check it!) We just chillin' though, coupe no ceiling though My face expression say I've been untouched a million though You now rocking with one of the realest I'm known to floss like I just left the dentist I go to get it, let me know if you win it And I started with a P, now it's no fuckin' limit (Oh!) Niggas shout my hood Guess this how Biggie felt when he said it's all good Got that diesel in the wood Pocket full of sticky, you know I'm getting money New Yitty, fuck with me (Ahh!) [Interlude: Memphis Bleek and Funk Flex] Hold on, that it ain't though What they want me to do flex, should I go some more? (Flex: Absolutely.) I think I got a little bit more bars (Flex: We here.) Let's get to it New Yitty! [Verse 4: Memphis Bleek] Yo, fresh up out the lilo Rollie cost a kilo And I'm out here balling like I'm taking bank to cee-lo Heart cold as fuck, yeah, it's 40 degrees below Ever since they took G-Baby and Steve Love It's been fuck the world and everybody in it I bought a few extra slammers, minor acquisition Yeah and my position been solidified Any nigga realer than me ain't been identified Fuck the back and forth battle, I'm 'bout capital Dudes act better than rap, it's all theatrical And I been patiently waiting to go get at a few Dammit, you niggas, you'll be collateral I'm with my day one A1s since way young Since them GT performers, we've been enormous Dudes hear them exhaustions, they get nauseous (Huh!) Nigga, you can't ignore this Nigga, just stop it man

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Credits

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  • Manolo Rose
  • Memphis Bleek