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Chris Rock Freestyle

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Yeah

Everybody hate me

Might as well call me Chris Rock

Ain't my fault they want what I got

Haha, sorry, too bad

Busy chasing money bags

Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah

You might even see me on the TV

That's crazy, right?

Haha, I'm everywhere

I never cared, never will

It's all good

Burger B, I'm here, I'm fresher than a brand new nursery

I'm shaking all this cake like it's my fucking anniversary

I'm kicking in the door with my heels, bitch, duck

Burger B, repeat offender of not giving a fuck

When I step up in the spot, bitches don't know how to act

Team No Nap, too busy chasing money bags

Oh, my hunger's so strong, bitter bitches, bring it on

It's the mannequin challenge when they play your song

Man, your shit makes me sleepy, your shit gets no repeats

The same thing could be said for what's seen on my feed

The same thing could be said for me between the sheets

I lock that shit down, Mussolini, waist on teeny

Dead ass, my guy grabs a beanie

Underneath the fur, yellow polka dot bikini

Weenies turn zucchini

I'm looking for a genie with the fettuccine

Twist this thing up, tortellini

You on your Anthony Hamilton, calling me like Charlene

Poking your head all in my basement, nigga, Filene

It's kinda crazy how they wanting what I got

That's why everybody hating me, call me Chris Rock

Want me fancy in the hotel, your name is Jamie Foxx

And they watching me, they watching me, they watching like a hawk

They be tryna talk my talk, they be staring, they be stalking

But you watching too hard, it's about to get you blocked

It's about to get you blocked, it's about to get you blocked

I got the eye of the tiger, nigga, just ask my Glock

You got the eye of the leader of the neighborhood watch

But you watching too hard, it's about to get you blocked

They wanna feel my tight, tight shit, grip pad locked

But they want it so bad, it's about to get 'em blocked

Been the baddest on the block, taught by my uncles and my aunt

Run down on any bitch that need to get got, yeah

Come with it, nigga, come with it, nigga

Nigga, how you figure that I'm fake? 'Cause my titties getting bigger?

Only keep it right, right, only for the right pipe

And if that's not you, then nigga, night, night

And I'm revved up, still badder than new Bugatti

I smell like money, yes, bitch, Abu Dhabi

I fold any bitch, little shit, origami

Screaming F me, Fendi all on my body

Spending all my money on booze, spending all my money on shoes

Meanwhile, it's looking like you spend, throw your money on views

Me get like you? I refuse

Woo, yeah, I know it's true, I make the best example

Of what you're looking for, but I don't give out samples

Tryna look just like me, Tia Landry, Tamara Campbell

Double reason that I cannot stand you

I know it's silly 'cause you wanting what I got

But I let you down easy, then proceed to get you blocked

I proceed to get you blocked, I proceed to get you blocked

No tents for you, little bitch, you've been chopped

And you asking that shit like you working for the opps

But you coming up short like a fucking crop top

That could get your ass rocked, it could get your ass popped

Yeah, these niggas want in, but I keep my doors locked

Can't outdo me, too bad, your shit flopped

Never dropping, you my little baby sis, you adopted

And I'm hella advanced in the special

Craft of swerve, curving and blocking

And I put a hole up in any bitch like she nylon stockings

I never chill, I never will, you amped up, you on a pill

On your Cosby shit, you Lil Bill, I'm 'bout my green, all chlorophyll

Fold a bitch in half, make that ass back back

If I fold my stacks in half, they still roll right back

And we ain't smoking weed if our shits don't match

If we ever have beef, I ain't burying the hatch