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flintstones - d2thajxint lyrics

[intro: d2thajxint]
aye
i’m finna spaz on this sh*t
trophy gang
flintstones
joint, b*tch

[verse 1: d2thajxint]
n*gga run up on me, talkin’ tough, i’m leavin’ with his chains
pinky ring on froze, ice on my neck, i feel like johnny dang (bling)
he gon’ get a tag up on his toe, f*ckin’ with the gang
catch a opp n*gga lackin, tryna leave with a stain
i was always on a n*gga’s blocks, they was never out (b*tch)
prayin’ to the whip with this faith, hit a n*gga house
told that lil’ b*tch her p*ssy weak, i put it in her mouth (ew)
got this bad lil’ freaky b*tch, i think she from the south (freaky b*tch)
heard her n*ggas talkin’ on the gram like they need that (what?)
we gon’ pop up, we don’t give n*ggas feedback (b*tch ass n*gga)
got the white up on her toes, hit that lil’ b*tch from the back (ayy)
on trophy gang, we on the road, chasin’ after that f*ckin’ sack
i was f*ckin’ on a bad b*tch, she built like kim k
i be makin’ plays out of town, let me call bae (brrr)
pop a n*gga point blank range, hollows ate his face (boom)
big 30 on me, splash brothers, n*ggas think i’m clay
you think your chain bustin, lil’ n*gga, what you spent on that?
if my b*tch cheat first, i cheat too, we can go tit for tat (b*tch)
the choppa gon’ make a n*gga flip like he an acrobat (boom)
why you n*ggas always takin’ l’s, how y’all cope with that (loser)
i was tryna go and get a bag like a flintstone
if you ain’t tryna f*ck, lil’ b*tch, you can go home (h*ll nah)
got a bad b*tch, she light skin, she a redbone
i ain’t came to chill, lil’ baby, i just want the dome
[verse 2: babyscowedoit]
dead homies
look, i just woke up, made a slap before i went to school
you walk around with no strap, you better get a tool (better go and get one)
he over there, he hangin’ with some b*tches, lookin’ like a fool
i’m over there, i’m posted with my thugs, you can’t hang with the crew (you can’t hang with my n*ggas)
n*ggas go to jail, first day out, they act brand new (they act brand new)
no, i don’t wanna f*ck your b*tch, heard she ran through (i heard she ran through)
exotic in my wood, this sh*t sticky, somethin’ like glue (something like glue)
brother, get these n*ggas from around me, i don’t like dudes
spent a band on the glock, you think i’m finna fight you?
you’s a weird n*gga, probably never invite you (never invite)
up the pole on a n*gga, he seen flashin, what that light do
that p*ssy n*gga said he was gon’ pop me, i was like, ”cool
next day, i was in his hood, with a chop too
had a good stolik v8, that b*tch went vroom
why you speakin’ h*lla hard on me?
but don’t got broom, like i won’t pop out the bushes, let my glock boom
need a new bl!cky asap, i can’t go without it (can’t go)
if they catch me lackin, i don’t got it, i might die without it (might die)
suckas say they really in my section, but they not around it (aight)
tuh, n*gga, they need to knock it off
n*ggas caught themself, i swear to god, these n*ggas not involved (n*ggas not involved)
look, catch a n*gga lackin, i’ma pop it off (pop it off)
catch him in traffic, gettin’ active, don’t care if i see the law
cold n*gga, don’t want the coochie, b*tch, i just want the jaw
b*tch, i just want the uhh
don’t want the coochie, b*tch, i just want the jaw
[verse 3: chosen zay]
the b*tch ugly and she stink, so i can’t get a b*n*r
i don’t even want her, but my brother told me, pass him to her
he a nasty n*gga, he’ll stick his d*ck in anything
remind me of that one opp n*gga, that got hit in the brain
cause he was thinkin’ with his d*ck, but now he in a ditch
i can’t even roll that dead ass n*gga in no spliff
cause he hittin like a black, man, i don’t want that sh*t
but that’s besides the point, brother put him out
i’m smokin’ aces and exotic, got me out my body
556, hit him up, now he out his body
bad b*tch, bend her over, yeah, that’s my body
she call me a dog ass n*gga and i agree with her
the way i’m d*gg*n’ n*ggas
like i’m bread with a pit bull and a cane corso
call me pit corso
sound like a wrestler cause, i’ll slam yo ass
talkin’ all that hot sh*t, watch bro cook his ass
green beam to his head, now his face gone
talkin’ all that k!llin’ sh*t, boy, i’ll get you gone
bad b*tch, invite her over, tell her throw some dome
and i bet not feel no tooth, or else that b*tch is gone
but if the cooter good, then she might can stay
but once i’m done, put your clothes on, ho, you gotta go

[outro: fred flintstone]
yabba*dabba*doo!

- d2thajxint lyrics

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