Flights
John Austin
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Yeah Drinking Belaire for this one Aye, one time for Trop Aye I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny I love playin' with that hoe because she like it But don't play with my money or you're dying Don't play with me, trust me don't play with me You got a lot to fucking say but won't say it to me Yeah, I can tell they need some fucking help I can tell they can't do it by themselves Cause once you give em a finger they want a hand Once you give em a dollar they want a grand I can see thru the smoke, you take advantage of me I think you need smoke, now here a gram from me Whats's C.R.E.A.M? Cash Rules Everything Around Me What's C.R.E.A.M? yeah Cops ruin everything around me Boy I'm 'bout to get it Niggas talk about it like they live it I don't even hear it Im just here to make you fear it Why you tryna take it man? I ain't tryna give it, but since we all here I'm bout to make you feel it like I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny I love playin' with that hoe because she like it But don't play with my money or you're dying
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