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flair back - flair lyrics

[chorus]
quit talking b*tch just hop in that car
they say “flair back, ring the alarm”
her n*gga stash box right on my arm
we having crates of guns this sh*t like the army
keep flexing his funds gon’ make him a target
kick in his door like i’m khabib then rob him
just shook back from a lil’ l that’s karma
who’s that there in the all black impala
it’s flair and he monkey suited up here to stalk you
stand over sh*t, walk chalk you
have to drain you out and embalm you
shorty you f*cking a rat and we really should come and cut his tongue out for talking
send him a pic of a three piece suit he should wear when we put him in that coffin

[verse]
bringing up all them bozos you done f*cked
shorty you d*mn near blew my high
smoking on za them weak ass o.g. bags y’all serving ain’t having mе fried
when this ar get to rolling it hit likе a speed bag i’m calling my chopper ‘tyson’
we having p’s in the floor and fat sh*t in the drawers, sh*t real man i don’t got to sice it
i don’t like talking too much my girl keep asking me what do i got on my mind
sh*t if i tell you, never mind these b*tches be loose at the mouth saying first thing come to their mind
we had to crack the window when we slid ‘cuz my partner was nervous about his first time
kick in his door and ain’t bring in no cake or confetti but that n*gga had a surprise
lil’ buddy panicked, deleted his insta account when he heard bigg flair on his line
you can do all of your running and hiding but if i want you shorty i’m gon’ find you
got me a lap dance out norma jean’s, the dancer she turned, my neck it had blinded her
she only got me when i’m in town a n*gga like me ain’t never gon’ fly her
[chorus]
quit talking b*tch just hop in that car
they say “flair back, ring the alarm”
her n*gga stash box right on my arm
we having crates of guns this sh*t like the army
keep flexing his funds gon’ make him a target
kick in his door like i’m khabib then rob him
just shook back from a lil’ l that’s karma
who’s that there in the all black impala
it’s flair and he monkey suited up here to stalk you
stand over sh*t, walk chalk you
have to drain you out and embalm you
shorty you f*cking a rat and we really should come and cut his tongue out for talking
send him a pic of a three piece suit he should wear when we put him in that coffin

- flair lyrics

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