Belly
Floe
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Back up off me hoe I go hard until the coffin close Make her drop it low The homie trippin he might pop it though Fly like cockpits woe When ya pockets grow Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?) Aww shit they be plottin' yo Where my dogs at Where my where my dogs at Where my dogs at Where my where my dogs at My ambitionz as a ridah The homie lighting up that fire And he keep that fire beside em I told the brodie call me up if there's a problem nigga If they got problems with you Trust then they got problems with us And I put that on the family They can't stop the kid they gon' have to find a plan B Drink the Henny to the face no chaser Shorty think I'm finna chase her? I'll replace her In the stu late nights like Letterman I got em jocking like a letterman Back up off me hoe I go hard until the coffin close Make her drop it low The homie trippin he might pop it though Fly like cockpits woe When ya pockets grow Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?) Aww shit they be plottin' yo Back up off me hoe I go hard until the coffin close Make her drop it low The homie trippin he might pop it though Fly like cockpits woe When ya pockets grow Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?) Aww shit they be plottin' yo Where them shorties getting money Where them shorties at Where them shorties getting money Where them shorties at She hella bad ain't gotta brag Shorty bout her bag The type of shorty buy a crib Shorty f*ck a Prada bag You the type I like Call me any time of night You got my number right? Call me when you need that pipe I make her fiend pussy clean I go dumb when I'm in between Make her cum you should hear the way she scream Eyes low riding slow sticking to the code Don't ever walk up on somebody whip that you don't know Gotta stay up on ya toes 'cause niggaz down to go In the city of them poles You could lose ya life for a post Back up off me hoe I go hard until the coffin close Make her drop it low The homie trippin he might pop it though Fly like cockpits woe When ya pockets grow Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?) Aww shit they be plottin' yo Back up off me hoe I go hard until the coffin close Make her drop it low The homie trippin he might pop it though Fly like cockpits woe When ya pockets grow Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?) Aww shit they be plottin' yo
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