Flowin Out The Fitted

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Prince DC

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Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, Yeah
He ain't gon' f*ck with me I'm bossed up
How you push that Rolls, but your mans still pushing that Honda
No you never seen this dough before, the gang pull up in Tonkas
It's something like Transformers
Tell the Autobots roll out, we spin your block, and we gon' want some
Popped a perky man I'm on one
In the stu and my phone blowing up
Like why you calling me if you don't got no plans for hunduns
If you don't got no plans for hundreds than don't hit my phone
You love me when I'm up, you hate me when I'm at my lows
I'm done fucking with all you hoes (All the hoes)
You see it flowing out the fitted, know it's me
Oh you want smoke? When we pull up, we running deep
I might not even get out the V, 'cus I'm with G's
Kill with all these beats, my homie kill with all that heat
Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah
It's tucked, if you run up get cleaned
Top, top, top, top
Your bitch is licking my shit clean
Yeah, Rick Owen my jeans, still got the fazos on the feet
I might Amiri me next
But it's too many up on the trend
But I'm still rocking Techs
And I might go turban, taliban
If you run up know I blam
If you run up gun wont jam
Yeah you left for a minute
Why your dame come on tryna dance
'Cus she seen that I'm the Prince
And I walk around with bands
But she kinda mid, I told her go 'head and go get a friend
(Haha) Yeah, Yeah
Go 'head and go get a friend
That shit kinda mean but I don't really think I fucking care
Why you crying to me?
I only vent to the man up in that mirror
I call him G.O.A.T.
Yeah he was there when I ain't had no hope
Now I'm dope
And tryna go
Get on tour I need that bread off all my shows
You a joke
Thought you the one, turned out I found another hoe
Opps a joke
They never coming off the bench, they like Nick Foles
Im beefing with pussies I'm tired
She wanna give it up but I'm tired
I'm pulling out nothing but hundreds any single time that I'm stepping outside
Like a trade, switched sides
And I thought that we were guys
Guess that's in the past-tense, since I been rapping
You been actin fucking nasty
You see it flowing out the fitted, know it's me
Oh you want smoke? When we pull up, we running deep
I might not even get out the V, 'cus I'm with G's
Kill with all these beats, my homie kill with all that heat

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