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Ok
I hit the gas and I go
I hit the gas and it land on the flo
Clean as a whistle I'm moving like tide
Me and myself is like two of a kind
I am

sumtin'
I'm in Cali so I told her that the head bussin'
Too many hoes on the flo got me hand juggling
When I started shootin' all I seeing was his leg

out the box
Bringing that hit make 'em hit the flo', fresh out the box
So put my ish in the record sto' fresh out the box
I'ma take this game by storm

bitch, that's dick
Know what the flow like, that's sick
Know what ya rap like, that's shit
It's that AJ2K18
I'm blowin' by the safety
End zone, like I'm AB

that got these haters suckin' lemons
She taking selfies, poppin' pussy, this a hoe's heaven
She praying that a nigga save her but I'm no reverend
Real

left the door unlock
Take it The Flo then you get on top 
Oooh baby you at the door with it 
Imma hold you by the throat (Get it)
Imma bout to show you

shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Grab the bull by the horn na corrida de Toro
Take pics with the racks out not shooting a porno
Eyes shed ink
Now I'm

me ma, you moving to fast. I like the way you shake that ass
Back it up, now drop it down to the flo. Yeah, you know how this song go
Get low, get

I'm chillin' south side
It's a clear night
Know i'm being from above by a thousand eyes
Wonder where we go when we die but
It's a big life 
Gotta try

the back of the track, LoLo
Sicker than Flo-Nase
The covert mofo rockin' ProKeds
Scuffed up from the MoPed
Come over hog the whole bed
I mean, I go slow in

sleeping on my mama flo
Wondering where I'ma go
Cuz rap ain't paying off, Even when money running I was still standing tall
Thought I would hit my goals by

Ayy yeah ayy yeah hamdolah I'm blessed
I'm doing me even if I win or lose
Too many flows so I can pick and choose
Give me money Give me flos
I don't

learning my cadence like Hova
And I'm treating the pen like I'm Simbi
And producing the classics like 'flo does

Ah! Shit that's gold dust
Snort it up like

Spirit got me high as a kite
He giving me lyrics every time I write
I'm getting wiser and older
I cry on God's shoulder
He shifted the boulder
Blood that

up the sco'
Damn, I don't see no Meg
(Make them bodies hit the flo')
Damn, aim it at his leg
(It's a shotty' by the door)
Or we can aim it at his head

track the profits
From my hands, I'm a prophet
You in my land, we gone drop it
Aye, if it's in my hands, I'm gone lob it
Aye, hundred bands flowing from

to go home like Toto
Nigga, I'm from the No Flo
8-50, to be specific
Where we never hit the lotto
But we want them mill tickets
I put the extra in

the rest these niggas cappin

Till the sun up I’m three damn litty
East or wesson move wit a smitty

Smith & wesson knife
Deadly weapon and I’m live

Pink

throwing neck
For me I won't cuff them
No pressure
I let 'em be
Flo like that app
On her phone
SK with the scope you gone
Ma said you
Reap what you sow
Ain't

it go
I'm bout to pour up a fo', I got some bread on the flo'
Oh you a pro, look how you dance on the pole
You got it all on your own, you don't need

the way 
P this shit is on the flo 80 more up in the safe 
If he try to save the hoe we gone hang him by his cape 
Set up bitch drop the loc bout to bake

Grandma house youngin sleepin
On the flo
Duffel bag boy 
Yeah they countin all night long
Filla bong then I write another song
I'm tellin Lies 
If I

came for
If you knew me back then you don't know me anymore
How I do a bad guy, I'm a take him to the flo'
Hit him when I go it's a better run, run
No

I'm gon' shine, 'cause I rap like Dragon
E-L-C-I-D. I spit fire on high beats
Carpet or hardwood

No one flo like meeeeeee
Yeah
I ain't never met no