Vic Mensa – Clipse Freestyle Lyrics

One thing about me
My momma know I’m 734, lunatic, like what Nelly and em’ had St.Louis twerkin’
My price unheard of, the clientele is [morphulious?], so low, they askin’ “what the hook gon’ be?”
Been a minute since you heard from me
Been in the streets flippin’ these trees, I could get what you get for a [?]
Some niggas tried to f*ck with us, now they in between the sheets, for thinkin’ they Mr.Big Sosa in our sleep
Peruvian beauty next to me, snortin’ the same ethnicity, I’m throwin’ the diamond sign, my SB is Tiffany
Gently kickin’ it in Hong Kong, wonder where your sis go? Shе in my telly singing a thong song
I’m cookin’ soul like I chef in a Korеan Pal chain from verbal, call that an onomatopoeia
And know, it’s going down like captain of Amelia’s last flight, rhyme between her and the [?] of [?], shit
I son these niggas like a [?], I’m above the law, like I law over Sharia
Check my record, my charge is narcotics and weapons, and I’m murderist in the lab, should be callin’ me Dexter
Know the feds listening, I don’t talk to Alexis
I ball like The Professor, I’m givin’ Havard lectors
Rockin’ Prada leathers bought my chick a Saffiano
Gelato in the front to it’s thick as a Cubano
Touched down in Havana, just to holla at a [?], when they stop me at customs, I know notta

Globetrotter, show stopper, Rick Owens copper, Godfather Francis [?] copper, a foreign shopper, wooh
Junya Watanobe in Osaka, I’m the boogie man, this is a Ducati Monster
Vroom, gone in the wind caramel color Benz, [?] little but I’m fly as a pelican
No Okafor, you can’t coach the boy, been a player since I used to play with Bulbasaur
I’ve been major since I was on Hova tour
I be with Haitians like Toussaint Louverture
He [stress?] you up for talkin’ watch your vocal cords before you get [nodes?]
And you don’t want no smoke no more, end of discussion
Get twisted in a white Russian, like Khabib Nurmagomedov but I don’t like wrestlin’
I’m more Israel in the sign of your mind, I’ve been Styles, like Prince of Sign o’ the Times
His [fair?] guy saying that I got him a line, this shit harder to find the Osama with bombs
Pyer Moss Reebok Expirement Fours, we don’t sell greenhouse, it’s pure indoors
Hustlers understand me, we speak the same language but still got class like I graduated Cambridge
She magna cum laude, I made her cum louder, body like miss twerk some face [?]
Moe bang Jamaican, I play don dada was a fighter [?]