Lyrics:
can't
Think straight if your emotions stacking
You can't
Move tight if your equipment's flapping
You can't
Execute without experience and practice
You got
alter my self-regulation
Please try to see it from my point of view
Imagine if you were in my situation
Grade school days was flapping my hands
My
used to be
The waters are still for now but this does not change anything
A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings
I owe it two apologies one is
in this land
Dam, seems like im the only man
Dam, to stop the trap thats began
Im flapping my wings my wi-wi-wi-wi flaps are king
Money then theres
it on the
Racks, you can't pass it, you snatch it
Gangster rappers don't package a AK
Just a whole lot of
Mouth flip-flapping and yapping
We don't make
a pair of wings flapping, take my picture
You a freak, imma freak you going home, take me witcha
Ill look at ya baby picture but I wont have no baby witcha
walkin around just flapping
Those wings get eaten too I’m a savage this what I do
I ain’t the same lil DeDe from around the way
I got my weight up, chips
Two years ago I drove into a darkness
I straightened every curve on Cane Ridge Road
And I could hear the flapping wings
Of every devil I have known
keep flapping 'cause its dangerous
Wolves on the ground and they try to catch me
Try to catch me while I'm in my Honda
It goes 120 miles an hour
I buy
the glass flapping
Eilly I surely hear somebody sighing
'tis the sound mother dear of the summer winds dying
(chorus)
Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
You wanna get shot up
Come get it
You wanna get faded as fuck
Come get it
You wanna get this dick
Come get it
Mother fucking dicks, stop flapping your
Black cats
Scurrying rats
Flapping bats
And heart attacks
Paint your faces green
And act obscene
'Cause it's Halloween
Goblins, spooks, and vampires
to my resc'
I'm off the chain, off the meter, a bitch
Offer me brain then I'm off to seek her
And if
Y'all niggas think I'm flapping my gums
Watch how
the future isn’t happening
There’s only ashes in the backdraft of a dragon’s flapping wings
Decimating acres on the way to reach a destination later
I don’t
The Windows down
and speakers clapping
This amazing in the back
That boy his gums is flapping
Everybody laughing
Homie we just wanna ride
But they probably
You ain't ready
You see, you ain't ripe, plum
Uh, ah, uh
You be flapping yo beak
Work for Tyson
Bitch, I'm squashing yo bean
You'll be type done
Yes, I
that I ain't cappin
If you push off my Pedals I'll spread wings and get to flapping
Ima
Kick push youngin Pedal
They casting stones but that shit more
Mademoiselles
You end me, pal
Second bottle
Ah, she looks for me
Bonnet flapping
Yapping
Ruff
Chicken
Pastry
Yes, she looks for me good
Let her
And start flapping all your gums
Check your logs
Check your bitch
Ill even check recipets
Ill even call your dad (brrrrr hello)
Tell his sons got it mad
So
happening
There’s only ashes in the backdraft of a dragon’s flapping wings
Decimating acres on the way to reach a destination later
I don’t need a trail
To clip off our carefree flapping wings
Show us the things we can't afford then throw us overboard
But it's still enough
Just how much distance means
Heard you was
Flapping ya gums
You don’t want none
Nope you don’t want none
Yeah it’s up like thumbs
Favorite js jordan ones
Keep sum bread for the crumbs
getting mad cuz their planes crashing
While I'm flying above flapping
Heaven or hell
Where do you dwell
I bleed internally and verbally kill
Hah
This is
my flowers (yea)
Give me my flowers before I hit the ground
Don't be posting no R.I.P.
Don't be flapping your L.I.P.s
Don't give me no lip faring me
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