Lyrics:
love the blood and gore
Perpetually in a state of war
I'm sick and tired of the flunkies
Loving music off of junk heaps
What do I gotta do to get your
callin you know it's a junky
Cas so loud yeah it's smelling so funky
Can't hang with no yes-man niggas be flunkies
He tried to backdoor me but he was
songs, I ain't been sad enough
He reach for the pistol, I told Zy grab ski and put him up
Take a risk, y'all niggas flunkies, bitches tryna clone me
I get
a Dummy ass nigga
Yous a flunky ass nigga
I'll serve a nigga bullets
Like a junky ass nigga
Everywhere I go you best believe it
That I got my pipe
Mane I
that you a flunky that's why I ain't never fuck withcha
Whip paid off and I'm still up like 6 figures
Uh!
Who you beefing with lil nigga?
Uh! It ain't
a junky
Don't ask to hit my weed
I won't pass it like I'm a flunky
Don't play it ain't a game
I'm in the jungle like it's jumanji
Young nigga from
Probably local, but I'm Michael Jackson, famous to these junkies
You work phones niggas flunkies, I tote poles in the crusties I only fuck the bitch one
I'll pull up to yo door
The love I once had a never be there nomore
How you let a lame trick me out my spot
Lucky I ain't a flunky I woulda got em got
so you niggas you be flunky
Y'all niggas can't catch up, do the shit I do
Y'all niggas the backup dancers, I'ma invent that crew
Y'all niggas really
sippin' dead deal like a flunky
I'm the one pourin' the shots, if you ain't know
I'm the one put this together, regardless
I'm in a big Brabus
Talking bout they for her back
Yeah right
Bitches be some junkies, so I'm Schooling all the flunkies
I done climbed the ladder high, and The top is not that
Times in vegas i feel like im stunna
You fail in real life and the streets boy i swear you a flunky
Bullets with angels i swear you get heaven sent
You
Like leave me alone please... Don’t call my phone please
8. You just a homie... im not a flunky... you just want money (whooo)
9. To Keep it 100 you
Turned Into a junkie
Habitual flunky now he a neighborhood dummy
Bitch I'm G double O D
Not another nigga like me
Swimming wit sharks
Something like
Li fearless
Hot shit period
Climbing up the pyramid
Styles I got a myriad
Hot since I was a kid with it
Flunkies try to mirror it
But they can’t even
up/lean on em/Yeah/huh,/I can see it in his eyes/his life flashed on him/sayyyy/I done warned them lil flunkys/im not the one homie/aye and they thought it
a flunky, nigga, go and get the pop
Freak bitch, love the gang, she giving a top
Nigga keep moving the pot till it lock
Spent the bag on these shoes
Mike Pence in the back
But the die has cast me as his flunky, lo, the groveling junky
swilling the orange Kool-Aid and shooting up orange smack
And I...
not to, blinded flunky creed
Don't understand, yeah that's fine by me
Go rogue in the no man's land for free
Dynamite blood, runnin' deep
Explode when
cause this my journey
Going after what I'm wanting
Dropping lames, ducking flunkies, losing friends and losing homies
Tired of all the snickering
Zeiten schwärmen, lachen voller Lust,
Radeln hoch die Berge, ab der Burg wartet der Genuss.
Pommes Schranke und auch Mayo und dann Flunky Ball
Geschlagen
they woke up in bed
Witta fuckin horse’s head
Now they donkeys muling shitcoins
Chumps slick cats hit smooth licks on
Flunkies poo butt niggaz snitch
dick 'cause I'm funny (ayy)
I used to sip up a six like a dummy (ayy, ayy)
Ain't never been on a hit, you a flunky (flunky)
Close range, them bitches
Bronx desperados shake ya up, make you a flunky
Put ya Jones in the back of you ya hip-hop monkey
[Regina Hall]
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