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43
by Finessing Flash
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If I see my niggas down I’m gon pick the team up
You ain’t gotta check the score cuz Niggas know that we up
Put this flash around my neck yeah This a new freezer
Why these niggas hating when they in the bleachers
Running circles round these niggas like a figure 8
I would’ve never fucked that bitch if She ain’t have no pape
Uh Uh nawl if she ain’t have no pape
I would’ve never fucked that bitch if She ain’t have no pape
I’m just tryna get a bag and put my niggas on
I be feeling like I’m right they saying that I’m wrong
Nigga you keep the torch nigga keep the baton
But nigga pass me a bag you want me on yo song
Cuz I ain’t doing shit for free
Bitch I need a fee
I was raised in the country off the four and the three
It me Kary and El it was just us three
All them nights we was starving all We ate was sleep
Damn
That shit was real bad
All them times that they ain’t feel me They gon feel that
I put my team on my back just like a bookbag
The shit I’m making is dope and I don’t cook crack
I don’t really like to reminisce don’t like to look back
I focus on where I’m going not where I been at
And ain’t a damn thing change cuz bitch I been that
I’m tryna push the button where you put the keys at
And on my momma that's gon happen
Nigga on my momma on my momma On my momma I ain’t capping
I do this cuz I like rapping
I asked her baby why you love me she Said cuz I like your fashion
She wanna feel all on my fabric
She like how you get yo name Because these racks I'm steady flashin
I’m passing shit just like I’m magic
I told my bitch we in miami wit the Heat like I was dragic
If I see my niggas down I’m gon pick the team up
You ain’t gotta check the score cuz Niggas know that we up
Put this flash around my neck yeah This a new freezer
Why these niggas hating when they in the bleachers
Running circles round these niggas like a figure 8
I would’ve never fucked that bitch if She ain’t have no pape
Uh Uh nawl if she ain’t have no pape
I would’ve never fucked that bitch if She ain’t have no pape
I’m just tryna get a bag and put my niggas on
I be feeling like I’m right they saying that I’m wrong
Nigga you keep the torch nigga keep the baton
But nigga pass me a bag you want me on yo song
Cuz I ain’t doing shit for free
Bitch I need a fee
I was raised in the country off the four and the three
It me Kary and El it was just us three
All them nights we was starving all We ate was sleep
Damn
That shit was real bad
All them times that they ain’t feel me They gon feel that
I put my team on my back just like a bookbag
The shit I’m making is dope and I don’t cook crack
I don’t really like to reminisce don’t like to look back
I focus on where I’m going not where I been at
And ain’t a damn thing change cuz bitch I been that
I’m tryna push the button where you put the keys at
And on my momma that's gon happen
Nigga on my momma on my momma On my momma I ain’t capping
I do this cuz I like rapping
I asked her baby why you love me she Said cuz I like your fashion
She wanna feel all on my fabric
She like how you get yo name Because these racks I'm steady flashin
I’m passing shit just like I’m magic
I told my bitch we in miami wit the Heat like I was dragic
