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lirik lagu flint flow – babyfxce e

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
fifteen, all blues, i spent that on my coat
finna grab a chunky*ass cuban, i don’t f*ck with ropes
i ain’t stingy with my b*tches, i put ’em the floor
the windows don’t roll down on this whip, i’m shootin’ out the door
five for a show, i ain’t comin’ if it ain’t for sure
dress the chop up, but i promise this b*tch ain’t for show
smack my n*gga in his head, he tried to wife a ho
know you ain’t sick, check your temp, ’cause we’ll wipe your nose
b*tch, yeah, we really on that
stop bein’ fake on tip if you ain’t really on that
if i break up with my b*tch, then i’m addin’ all the hoes back
if i stop this rap sh*t, then i’m back up in that one bag

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
bro got glock on him, he ready to shoot sh*t like 4sho mag
on ig, just post my new b*tch, got my hoes mad
seen a n*gga on youtube soundin’ like me, that’s my old bag
i been trappin’ for so long, b*tch, i’m still countin’ old cash
put a ten ball on a n*gga head, get him toe*tagged
n*gga cap so much in his raps, he got a gold hat
my brother said a n*gga touch gramz, he givin’ soul taps
i just texted this headhunter b*tch, “i want my soul back”
spent some bands in oss, i gotta go back
i know he broke, he out here askin’ where the hoes at
i just touched down in la, where the ‘bows at?
i wore this sh*t once and i can’t find it, where my clothes at?
[verse 3: louie ray]
i’m tryna get whatever cost the most, ain’t look at no scat
i was puttin’ dolce & gabbana on before rap
i barely take pictures with my n*ggas ’cause they don’t rap
i made so much money off this sh*t that i promote rap
she the type of b*tch to bring the paper back, i got my ho sn*tched
i’m puttin’ two grams in every blunt, blow the most wax
i’m tryna see what all you did out here like where your ho facts?
i got the most stats, got a buck on me and don’t flex
never notice what she used to do, i don’t check
never look into the sh*t you sayin’, won’t check
i should sign and not do the work, i hit her, got her n*gga hurt
i abuse everything i touch, overdo the syrup

[verse 4: rmc mike]
racin’ fxce to the location, i’m tryna k!ll him first
young n*ggas gettin’ rich off rap, we got the city turnt
like a b*tch with an std, i’m tryna get him burnt
mickey mouse on the arp, let the titties jerk
glass house on my left wrist, i paid the high for this
n*gga jumped fresh with his pistol just to die with it
how you f*ck me, then my mans? b*tch, you trifling
every day, i run into some cake with heavy icing
fresh as h*ll slidin’ on n*ggas, the ‘fit seven bands
sh*t, on my way to the top, i lost several friends
b*tch, i’m a master, you can only meet me at level ten
i’m in a demon, runnin’ every light, who let the devil in?
[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
the k i got, it got more shots than a hospital
i sold a tape to a landlord and went and bought a house with it
back in the day, every verse i sold, i went and bought an ounce with it
picked up my dribble and i still scored, and that’s without pivot
b*tch, i hit you with a kobe fadeaway
woke up, felt like gettin’ paid, well, that’s every day
sh*t talkin’ opened up doors, i helped pave a way
blow the cape straight off your back, tryna save the day
high as f*ck off a deuce, i’m d*mn near unconcious
hit him with the ass of the gun, now he unconcious
make your b*tch give me head every day, yeah, i love knowledge
they thought i signed a deal, but that was another sponsor

[verse 6: bfb da packman]
yeah, flint n*ggas in this b*tch, baby, get naked (alright)
i’m sippin’ on a six of pai i got from miss gretchen
cici coldest out of north flint, but the b*tch messy
waist tiny, ass super fat, look like big jessie
this ain’t no diss, though, i’m just fact spittin’ (y’ello)
if the coochie can squirt, then the cat gifted
b*tch got garfield in her panties, that’s a fat kitten
my regencies b*tch got bedbugs, now my back itchin’
(the lunch crew company)
man, i’m just honest
i might go get alexa back, but the b*tch toxic
finessin’, serve a n*gga tylenol, he think the sh*t watchin’
she think her n*gga hard, he only tough when he hit powder
n*gga a dusthead
de with a switch, when i shoot, sound like a bus wreck (boom)
i heard they said i fell off, i ain’t let up yet (y’ello)
your n*gga sus, he always wanna have b*tt s*x
fxce said do a twelve, i did a sixteen
n*gga’ll rob his own mama if he sip green
my granny said, “why your sprite so dark?” it’s hibisc’ tea
mama think i smoke crack ’cause i’m ridin’ ’round with six fiends (free rio and big meech)
[verse 7: babyfxce e]
pack had me f*cked up, i had to come back in
i ain’t even rap too long, this a comeback ten
was gettin’ caught up textin’ other b*tches, had to cut back ten
any ho i didn’t want no more got put above the rim
ayy, n*gga, i could rap circles around you
keep that beat goin’, wait
yeah, i could rap circles around you
i used to scam, i could tell you somethin’ personal ’bout you
i don’t plan this sh*t i rap about, i don’t rehe*rs* when i’m talkin’
thirty thousand and a glock on me, it kinda hurt when i’m walkin’
told kidd, “shut the f*ck up, i can’t work when you talkin'”
n*ggas thought my pants didn’t fit ’cause the burst in my joggers
dumb*ass n*gga
it’s with an x
fxce

- babyfxce e

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