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flamin' hot - daboii lyrics

[intro: young slo*be]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
ha, ha (it’s the gang)

[chorus: young slo*be]
i got a flame (ah), it’s comin’ from the pole
n*ggas always talkin’ cash sh*t when they really poor (n*ggas broke)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n*gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah*ah*ah, why you got the strap?
look, b*tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back?
ooh*wee, she tryna f*ck, f*ck

[verse 1: young slo*be]
i ain’t goofy, b*tch, do i look like a duck*duck?
no bap, i see a sucker, i just up*up
all my n*ggas’ cases hot, free the thugs, thugs
psh, they some real spitters (one, n*gga)

[chorus: young slo*be]
i got a flame, it’s comin’ from the pole (i got one)
n*ggas always talkin’ cash sh*t when they really poor (broke n*gga)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n*gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah*ah*ah, why you got thе strap? (at all, n*gga)
look, b*tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back? (my number, b*tch)
psh, ooh*wee, she tryna f*ck, f*ck
[verse 2: daboii]
yeah, and you bеtter put your b*tch up on a leash, she tryna f*ck, f*ck
bad*ass b*tch at the crib, i don’t f*ck sl*ts
b*tch, leave that nabby sh*t here, yeah, touch it
yeah, b*tch, if i let you in the crib, but not touch nothin’
yeah, i’ll quarterback the whole place, n*gga, hut*hut
yeah, grip potato on the barrel, b*tch go putt*putt
yeah, tired of all these rap n*ggas, they my sons*sons
b*tch ask me if i really love her, i’m like, “nuh*uh”
yeah, you got the lil’ chain took, that must suck, thug
big glock hangin’ out the, uh, these ain’t nunchucks
skinny*ass b*tch, talkin’ ’bout she want her b*tt done
yeah, i just whip it out, she just get to suckin’, i don’t b*tt rub
so many straps in the crib, don’t know what’s what
b*tch keep callin’, talk crazy, shut the f*ck up
me put some trust in a b*tch? i ain’t no dumb*dumb
yeah, and when we slide with them, you better run, punk (gang)

[chorus: young slo*be]
i got a flame (ah), it’s comin’ from the pole (i got one)
n*ggas always talkin’ cash sh*t when they really poor (broke n*gga)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n*gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah*ah*ah, why you got the strap? (at all, n*gga)
look, b*tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back? (my number, b*tch)
psh, ooh*wee, she tryna f*ck, f*ck

- daboii lyrics

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