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lirik lagu flame outta the grave – judah berman-roberts

mike will on the beat you know i’m k!llin this sh*t
just left the sace (versace) store you know im k!ll’n this fit
yea we keep the kn*b broke ain’t trynna get fixed
its the remix k!ller yea i k!ll ya remix, whatsup!!

i’m in my zone i’m feeling it
stop blowing my buzz quit k!lling it
so buy another round
they tried to shut us down
about an hour ago
but we still in this b*tch
turn this sh*t up loud
and buy another round
they tried to shut us down
about an hour ago
but we still in this b*tch

i can do this sh*t all night, cause i can stay up
that rollie pull yo b*tch on sight, thats a lay up
i blew about a forty last night, thats a jacob
had her face on my givenchy jeans, left her make*up
n*gga i been running this for bout 8 straight summers
i got mine off the stovе like the chef at bеnihana’s
n*gga this is my year f*ck whoever don’t like it
see that twenty*fourteen outside yea thats my sh*t
i took a trip outta town brung 100 thangs home
i seen jeezy in the club had 100 chains on
just left the sace (versace) store you know im k!ll’n this fit
its the remix k!ller yea i k!ll ya remix, whatsup!!
they said bobby slow the flow down
you burn’n all the dro down
i tear the f*ck’n club from the ceiling to the flo door
and i ain’t talkin dance’n when i tell them its a ho down
and know she gett’n low down that ass getting tore dowwwnnn
aye cause we still in this b*tch
got a glass in my hand and i ain’t spill’n this sh*t
i hop out the f*ckin coupe like it really ain’t sh*t
man come to think about it n*ggas really ain’t sh*t
i go tough, i go stupid, and i get brolic baby, i beat the coochie
now gon throw them legs up lets make a movie
she asked me can she get it from the back, absolutely b*tch, absolutely

okay i’m still in this b*tch
i’m k!ll’n this b*tch
lame ass ho ain’t feeling that chick
man im like a big t*rd on the ground
and yall like flies come get on this sh*t
im indaina gauges
hit em in faces
pour a n*gga body in different places
man a n*gga young dro still in this b*tch
its been along time that n*gga courageous
period, p*ssy n*gga fearin it
calm down dro ain’t god d*mn hear’n it
if n*gga got cold im god d*mn clear’n it, up
n*gga whatsup, feel’n it
lay’n in the bed gettin head by hilary
keep my strap check my artillery
me and b.o.b on g.d.o.d
rollin it the long way feel’n it!!!
testarosa, burn these f*ck n*ggas just like sulfur
and i f*cked yo b*tch on sofa
in this b*tch please close the door sir
uh im a lion boy i go rawr rawr
desert eagle cl!ck up in this b*tch and that b*tch go pow pow, dro
im gotti but i think i’m b.o.b
got bricks on bricks i’m c.o.d
them checks on deck
them cars on deck
that cocaine on delivery
i’m in my kitchen im cooking it
b*tch wanna plane ticket im booking it
c.m.g thats muscle gang
t.i.p thats hustle gang
brand d*ck all in whats her name
never gon mention no buster name
i got word play like that ruzzle game
i make one phone call getta busta came
that 4 liter, shoulda been on it
n*gga talkin beef really dont want it
i doubt it if you bout it
i pull up and jump up out it
bareface no mask gon and check you while its crowded
let detective csi collect’n sh*lls trynna count it
last seen in a audi turn a million for a bounty, im gone

- judah berman roberts

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