Western Flows (feat. B Franco, Dapper Daps, Donatxllo & Marlon King)

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Whippin' out
She in the kitchen now
I come with different style
I'm floating on a cloud
We rolling up that loud
She like the way I sound
She wanna run around
Leave roses on the ground, yeah
A horseback is where she riding
I'm in the west, but I'm always smiling
Take three steps then pull out the shining
Drop man down, done stuff then I'm vibing
You see my name holds weight like Tyson
Swing fist head butt the ting like a bison

Yeah, like a bison, yeah, like a bison
Come with the western
You know me man I come hand ting
It's that verbal assassin, known by the mandem
Chop and changing my flow to the standards
Imma star call me sherif like Woody
Bullseye right on the beat how could he (how could he)
Got that eye that eye of tiger
See my stripes don't change like a tiger
Rack City right in this bitch no Tyga
Don't come to the war imma fighter
Got a right hand better than wilder
Champion rounds no Kane imma striker
Got your bird on my balls no Spurs
Taking her back man you sound absurd
This big Os in the western
Tumble weed face off on a next ting

Rodeo ride we take a rodeo
I'm a stallion, don't think that you can hold me close
When its tunnel vision baby I don't see a soul
When you got me right there you better hold me close
Yodel-Ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay-hee-hoo
I draw up first, and then I let it go Han Solo flow
That old rigma row, that old rigma row, that old rigma row, that old rigma row
Stuntin', cappin, that ain't how I'm acting
Not at all don't give a f*ck about a constable
You see what I'm holding, drive it like it's stolen
I wasn't born I was moulded, I'm a pegasus of trojan

I'm too sick, where's the prescription nigga
When I break the beat down, it's a demolition nigga
It's a cold, cold word my nigga
It's cold, cold world, you can call me born sinner
Imma cold hearted killer, ain't no one quicker or sicker
She don't talk a lot, but I turn her to a singer
When I hit it with her
don't draw on a man, this no western where's the western
I scheme, scheme plotting up and press 'em
Teaching lessons, ain't a felon, but I ain't really messin'
Playing chess, not checkers, I'm one move ahead
Stacking up my cheese and bread
If a guy wanna try, I can feed him this led
Don't bite my style, I'm too wild like the west
Don't bite my style, I'm too wild like the west
I'll aim at your chest
Why these riders turn to ghost, when I come to collect?

Keep my cards, close to my chest, ballin Harden the Nets
We not waving no red flags, you'll never know what's next
picking up where I left off, foot is on the ped
And you know me and my squad, taking on what's next

Oooooo, oooiiiiii

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