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Malarkey Freeflow Video (MV)




Performed By: Vintage $oul
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Thomas-James Thompson




Vintage $oul - Malarkey Freeflow Lyrics
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My flows deep but don't mistake me for an og
Still lackin on them gold teeth and barely no one knows me
Been chilling in the cold seat contemplating more heat
Contemplating more cheese so I can pay for more beats
New kicks you can't afford these your lazy growing obese
I'll push you in the deep end, laugh and toss you floaties
While sippin on two forties drunk I'm smoking more weed
Drunk im hating sohi for sucking dicks of police
Wonder will I ever make it am I headed for greatness
That seems like a stretch I've been dealing with fake shit
Man's say I'm moving weird cuz I'm just tryna be famous
They just mad cuz they stuck still recording in basements
Yeah I said it, but I won't forget to mention
Remember every session your tracks won't make contending
Cuz every spitting lyric your ass just keeps pretending
Now you f*cking with Vintage, I hope you get the message
Pussy boy your first mistake was thinking I'm a fool
I will find you, chase you down, fix your mental with a tool
F*ck you
I'll leave you in the snow your reason to be cool
Your the one who went ghost nothing else that I could do
Told me you were down turns out that was just a lie
Why?
You switched up last second I'm forced to make your momma cry
Your own behaviour made your own family traumatized
Now you sense disgust whenever looking in your families eyes
I grew up broke as f*ck theres no way that your stopping me
I've lived most my life just above the line of poverty
Steaming mad for this cash ain't nobody hot as me
Flex your rack need it bad commit a f*cking robbery
Yo is that your shordy why she f*cking stalking me
Still following my insta had the nerve to f*cking bother me
She hit my line up yo it's time to claim your property
Don't f*ck with ratchet hoes cuz that is what her mama be
I had homies straight dissing me
Now they say they missing me
Hard for me to move from the past so now they history
They mad I've been rocking my head to some different beats
It's Vintage
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My flows deep but don't mistake me for an og
Still lackin on them gold teeth and barely no one knows me
Been chilling in the cold seat contemplating more heat
Contemplating more cheese so I can pay for more beats
New kicks you can't afford these your lazy growing obese
I'll push you in the deep end, laugh and toss you floaties
While sippin on two forties drunk I'm smoking more weed
Drunk im hating sohi for sucking dicks of police
Wonder will I ever make it am I headed for greatness
That seems like a stretch I've been dealing with fake shit
Man's say I'm moving weird cuz I'm just tryna be famous
They just mad cuz they stuck still recording in basements
Yeah I said it, but I won't forget to mention
Remember every session your tracks won't make contending
Cuz every spitting lyric your ass just keeps pretending
Now you f*cking with Vintage, I hope you get the message
Pussy boy your first mistake was thinking I'm a fool
I will find you, chase you down, fix your mental with a tool
F*ck you
I'll leave you in the snow your reason to be cool
Your the one who went ghost nothing else that I could do
Told me you were down turns out that was just a lie
Why?
You switched up last second I'm forced to make your momma cry
Your own behaviour made your own family traumatized
Now you sense disgust whenever looking in your families eyes
I grew up broke as f*ck theres no way that your stopping me
I've lived most my life just above the line of poverty
Steaming mad for this cash ain't nobody hot as me
Flex your rack need it bad commit a f*cking robbery
Yo is that your shordy why she f*cking stalking me
Still following my insta had the nerve to f*cking bother me
She hit my line up yo it's time to claim your property
Don't f*ck with ratchet hoes cuz that is what her mama be
I had homies straight dissing me
Now they say they missing me
Hard for me to move from the past so now they history
They mad I've been rocking my head to some different beats
It's Vintage
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Writer: Thomas-James Thompson
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