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another n***a state (radio edit) - fla toot lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, low, we goin’ way, way, way up)

[chorus]
hundred ‘bows, they came in the other day (the other day)
soon as i touched ’em, they was gone in one day (one day)
trap jumpin’ so hard, i keep that weight (i keep that weight)
how i came the plug in another **** state? (how i did that?)
my ****, she love me and she fla (fla)
if*if*if you love me, you’ll get on the interstate (you’ll do that)
stack that check and flex it in they d*mn face (in they d*mn face)
how i came the plug in another **** state? (how i did that?)
[verse 1]
**** doin’ all that snitchin’ like it’s okay
and evеryone sittin’ ’round watchin’ it, rat race
feds bе listening to the music, watch what you say (watch what you say)
my european ****, she bad, she don’t speak no inglés (no inglés)
we gon’ hustle monday to monday
wrap them chickens up in a bundle
talk that ****, my jits, they coming
they’ll get the job done by in the morning
beating that ****, it sound like thunder
**** don’t want no drama
streets, they hot, ****, it ain’t summer
(streets, they hot, ****, it ain’t summer)

[interlude]
fla ****, ****, real street ****
yeah
in another **** state, i did that (i been did that)
facts (big facts)
yeah
it’s a takeover
trappers only (trappers only)

[chorus]
hundred ‘bows, they came in the other day (the other day)
soon as i touched ’em, they was gone in one day (one day)
trap jumpin’ so hard, i keep that weight (i keep that weight)
how i came the plug in another **** state? (how i did that?)
my ****, she love me and she fla (fla)
****, if you love me, you’ll get on the interstate (you’ll do that)
stack that check and flex it in they d*mn face (in they d*mn face)
how i came the plug in another **** state? (how i did that?)
[verse 2]
jackers, they be movin’ in the city, they be kickin’ doors
and i know some real k!llers thuggin’, they’ll wipe your nose (swipe, swipe)
yeah, that **** sweet, he’ll drop his guard for a ****
book his ass for a show
get the job done for the low (for the low)
when we pushing blues, stamp them **** ’cause they overdose (yeah, they know)
that ****, he talkin’ ****, but he won’t talk **** no more (no more)
lil’ buddy a ****, he can’t do no time up that road
catch him slippin’ with his bro, ****, we gon’ up the score

[interlude]
up the score, ****, real ****
we can’t talk too much
know the feds be listening
f*nny bookin’ ****
yeah, yeah
let’s get it
trap ****

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