lirik lagu flu game – jaziah!
it’s 9am right now, i’m sick as h*ll
i don’t got my voice, but i’m still snapping
i’m really him, i’m really him
skinny n*gga, but in that paint man i go bully, i go pitt
throwing bullets all on that play, k!ll seven man i feel like vick
diamonds on me and they keep dancing, wrist flooding man i swear i’m sick
pretty b*tch and she all on me, get up in her and i beat her cl*t
pretty n*gga, all these n*ggas want a copy, all that swag n*gga
leaching n*gga, get off your ass and get a motherf*cking bag n*gga
rap n*gga, he think it’s sweet, we get up right up on his ass n*gga
i’m f*cking snapping, a lot of hoes, a lot of action
i love f*cking bad b*tches, a lot of clothes, a lot of fashion
i like driving fast cars, a lot of tracks, a lot of traction
i love smoking good gas, a lot of blunts, a lot of passing
i like shooting big guns, a lot of screams, a lot of clapping
f*ck her with my grillz in, with my f*cking chain on
rugrat music still playing, she can’t pick a fav song
i always win or no guidance, b*tch i put the gang on
h*lla bankrolls be the tape, then i beat her trey songz
atlanta n*gga, look me in my eye, why your pants so tight
slim n*gga, 28’s, and i’m still her f*cking type
my shooter, keep straps, like a motherf*cking dyk*
i’m him, 4l, jaz you motherf*cking right
and i keep shooting with my left, but i’m driving with my right
i’m in her head so f*cking bad, middle name just might be lice
bad lil b*tch, she from the bay, i think her dad was jerry rice
march up in his f*cking trap, they illegal b*tch we ice
call up des to whoop her ass, slide the block and go get kyce
i don’t need no f*cking god, shut up b*tch, i’m jesus christ
f*ck the wok, man i want tris, sipping purple, f*ck a white
my b*tch love me so d*mn bad, wipe me down like baby wipe
and i’m a real life blood, and my blood get h*lla slimy
n*gga think he dej loaf, now he dead man, why he try me
and i hang with real steppers, shoot him up and chance behind me
momma stressing swear we good, all these labels wanna sign me
b*tch i swear that’s not my baby, we ain’t f*ck, that b*tch ain’t by me
fortify the f*cking trap, b*tch i feel like murakami
i was broke as h*ll in school, now them hunnids right beside me
i’m the biggest in the game, throw the knife like i’m a azami
i’m really him, stop f*cking playing with me
i’m your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, this sh*t too easy for me
i ain’t no mumble rapper, no whisper rapper, i’m a real f*cking stepper
and i’m sick b*tch
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