Gravitate (Rickyp)

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Nflo

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Bitch I’m blown
Bitch I’m blown
Smoke the past away
Didn’t graduate
Nowadays everybody
They be acting fake
Stay alone when I’m blown
They can’t gravitate
Only scrolling on my page
In an act of hate
Act of hate
Why they tryna hate on me
I’m tryna get my players to the game
Tryna hit it like breezy
Imma send it from range
Tryna be like dame lillard
Get the dollaz end the game
Yeah yeah
Now why they blasting me
Yeah yeah
With all this blasphemy
Yeah yeah
Get all the cash and leave
Get all the cash and leave
I got a bag for me
Squaring up
With every demon inside of me
Tell me
If I fall will you ride for me
If I call
Baby tell me will you slide for me
Will you lie for me
Don’t cry for me
Yeah
Fake shit that’s the life I know
Life’s about sacrifice I know
Take a chance Roll the dice
I know
I know yeah baby I know I
Ain’t no real love but it’s okay
Keep the real homies
All the fakes go away ay
Lot of homies in the past
Told me that they got my back
They was lying up the ass
But it’s okay
Awhhh
Smoke the past away
Didn’t graduate
Nowadays everybody
They be acting fake
Stay alone when I’m blown
They can’t gravitate
Only scrolling on my page
In an act of hate
Act of hate
Why they tryna hate on me
I’m tryna get my players to the game
Tryna hit it like breezy
Imma send it from range
Tryna be like dame lillard
Get the dollaz end the game
Yeah yeah
Now why they blasting me
Yeah yeah
With all this blasphemy
Yeah yeah
Get all the cash and leave
Get all the cash and leave
I got a bag for me
I got this ice up on my neck
So now she like me now
I got this money in my pocket
So she want me now
I’m driving dodges all a sudden
Now she want me now
Yeah now she want me now
Yeah yeah
I’m mixing liquor
with the bubbly
Yeah
Baby you so funny
Yeah
But I don’t think you want me
Yeah
So I’mma get this money
Yeah
Ohh iii got a problem
And it’s all because of you
I’m in the studio
Rapping bout you
I’m on my phone
Now I’m righting bout you
All the things that we did
All the things that we done
You can lie
But you know i was the one
Now your fake
With everything your doing
Don’t know what I’m pursuing
Didn’t know what to pursue in
But I’m up and I’ve been moving
Get to stepping you look clueless
Ten toes down
I’m not so foolish yeah
So struck by my movement yeah
Can state a statement
That ain’t true and
I probably kiss and tell
But not with you I
I’m getting money
But it’s nothing new to
Her
She be sleeping at night
Thinking of me
Yeah yeah
She be always putting
All these tweets on her feed
I be always liking them
Now she notice me
Everytime
I pull around the block
Everybody
Know it’s Nflo Nflo
Yeah he glo
Nflo Rickyp
Yeah they stay ten toes
Two kings two crowns
Ten hoes
Getting money bad bitches
Yeah you know
It’s Nflo
So I know I gotta roll
Smoke the past away
Didn’t graduate
Nowadays everybody
They be acting fake
Stay alone when I’m blown
They can’t gravitate
Only scrolling on my page
In an act of hate
Act of hate
Why they tryna hate on me
I’m tryna get my players to the game
Tryna hit it like breezy
Imma send it from range
Tryna be like dame lillard
Get the dollaz end the game
Yeah yeah
Now why they blasting me
Yeah yeah
With all this blasphemy
Yeah yeah
Get all the cash and leave
Get all the cash and leave
I got a bag for me

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