MC Hammer (Freestyle) lyrics

I need a check like the engine
Put me on the guest list
He wanna do titles that I'm not really impressed with
n*ggas in they ego
Rather take a mill yeah
Point me to that money paper long as my brazilian
Snatching wigs, I'm really their worst fear
If they can't hold their weight, I swear I slay 'em like reindeer
Even my dearest n*ggas was switching when I was down
I might go cop a jet, just be sure who's up now

Back in the zone and they know what I'm on
b*tches upset and I'm peeping the tone
Sing on the phone or a n*gga and dip
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Tippin' the b*tches while up in V-Live
Sipping on bottles, I don't do no wine
Wavier than the American flag
I'm a star, no spangled banner
Too legit like I'm MC Hammer
Money talks, and I got the grammar
Wiping n*ggas, no gammas, gammas
Everyday I wake up making headlines
Why the f*ck the sleeping on me like it's bedtime
I just spent some hours at the car lot
My shoe game might be wetter than a swim top
They starin' at my pieces like it's wall art
b*tch, I got bigger diamonds than a ball park
You were never in the league
I put your n*gga on the team
He say I'm doper than a fiend
And his brain better than a dean's list
He give me money, not flowers
I think he hurts than he ours
And his hair fly with no flower
Oh you think [?] no power
Yeezys squeezing, I just boasted up another level
All you b*tches need some class, like a sports schedule
I can garantuee my name is in your search bar
I'm just showing them they averages like a report card
I've been giving them the game for a minute now
And if you're a pus*y, we gon' drag you like a wedding gown
All these flavors, I could buy an ice cream shop
No vanilla bean, flyer than propeller wings
Everyday I elevate, flow under a [?]
And I'm so high, that I can jump right over heaven's gate
Hit 'em with that goddess flow
Then hop out that holy ghost

I mean she's cool, she's alright, but
She ain't know how to act

I give 'em a fever
Do sh*t at my leisure
Not up in the jungle but the snakes upon the t-shirt
I can flex for hours
f*ck you and your fake friends
Can't get close 'cause n*ggas dirty as the Days Inn
b*tch I'm on my craft flow
Dog 'em like it's pet code
Heavy like a sandtruck
On my money band it out
Looking like I'm André
Flowing like it's prom day
n*ggas should not f*ck with me, that could put them in harm's way
Money on the speed dial
Roll up, let the [?]
Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle

Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle
Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle