Lyrics:
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
don't fall in love with a boy like that oh
The kind of boy who never calls you back
And he never has the time to ever work it out oh yea
Don't fall in
I'm going out to get fucked up
Pretty boy, blood star
Blue blood, black body bag
I'm a skinzoid anemic
A murdered timeline
Lay it down into the soil
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
fall like the bridge over London
When it kick you like Van Damme
Diss me out a East and me buck you over Boston
Head a buss like gas pan
Bullet with
a soul you trust
Niggas fakin
They pray i fall off
Pray they
Die by disease
Bones achinn
I'm really gone catch him
And leave that boy faceless
Better be
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
seaker high achiever
I can't fall in love with a no goal boy
Boy boy boy boy boy boy
Headaches
I dont do no headaches
Had to kick her out the condo she was
a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're going to fall
For that common
dem brain
Blaze,
Wam wam fire way go make dem change
Bo forgeh but fan favorite
Me don kam for heal dem wit the raw meresin
Free dem, kill the bad
Moski: ""And it all falls down!""
All: ""I've been letting it all fall down by the waste side, by the waste side. Yeah I've been letting it all
straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
Finding out
I'm finding out the things
That I've been talking about
I'm finding all
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
Finding out
I'm finding out the things
That I've been talking about
I'm finding all
seein'
Dreams in they sleep but don't fall asleep
Don't go to sleep
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas close their eyes seein'
Dreams
Strikin' em out like I'm throwing out pitches
Rags to riches, mountains from ditches
Time to put on in my big boy britches
Get 'em all hooked no spells no
backyard
But as a sure boy I say make I no fall my hand
And I dey look u since But I no wan speak my mind
So go well, no wam, in the future we go jam
See
She living the life of a blesser, she paying my rent
Bachelor boys in the trap, I cook in the kitchen
How can he not
They loving the team, they know
fall (ow)
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (ha)
Uh, the wild boys, King Kong of the cowboys (mh)
You see the bloodshed after you hear
Lyrics translation by sasakure
Dreams of being a big dog
Been prayin' for my downfall
Niggas having withdrawals
Hopin' that a nigga fall off
Fall
Fall in line!
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Are we smart? (Yes!)
Are we strong? (Yes!)
Have we had enough of the bullshit? (Yes!)
Show 'em
(Oh!)
(On
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
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