letra de flag - buffetboyjohn
[intro]
(bih, bih!)
[chorus]
n-gga big mad when i walk in this b-tch with a bag
i got too many hoes wanna lay up in that jag’
h-ll nah i ain’t swipin’ for sh-t i pay up in all cash
this b-tch wanna lay up wit me, oh she funny i laughed
rossi be too geeked up n-gga just took a dab
too t’d up, ooh i think i might crash
t-two b’s up, n-ggas throw up my flag
buffetboy he one of one
i just went black truck i’m tryna ride cullinan
two puffs of the gas f-ck it then i’m done
like tell me who the f-ck put this grabba in my blunt?
got me coughin ion’ like that shi in my lungs
3.5 i can’t roll up, f-ck i might crush
bags, bags, i got a bunch
a-a-ass, ass, shawty throw buns
[verse 1]
r-racks, r-r-racks, i need my cut
p-p-pockets lift- pockets lift weight ain’t no crunch
jump out the whip, twin got sh-t in his hand
cha-cha, cha-cha make that boy dance
this glock goin’ both ways just like a trans
boy im offa’ this d’ussé can’t even stand
i hop in that mulsanne i’m tryna bend
n-ggas know you gay you a fan
want me to stop stacking pape’ but i can’t
i just copped sum helmut lang for my pants
start slurrin my words they can’t understand
b-tch i’m innat scat pack im wit’ ten
ain’t goin to pacsun i gotta bag
he think that he top 1, i gotta laugh
hondeezy wit’ soss. glock up in his lap
[verse 2]
uh, tryna get lo’ send a pin (yuh)
think i might green out again (huh)
shawty ass fat onnat sink (huh)
perc got em’ stuck can’t even blink (huh)
bending that scat till it flip (huh)
in a field b-tch i’m sendin’ dat blitz (huh)
flex all this shi got em sick (huh)
like f-ck all these n-ggas i sh-t, b-tch
[chorus]
n-gga big mad when i walk in this b-tch with a bag
i got too many hoes wanna lay up in that jag’
h-ll nah i ain’t swipin’ for sh-t i pay up in all cash
this b-tch wanna lay up wit me, oh she funny i laughed
rossi be too geeked up n-gga just took a dab
too t’d up, ooh i think i might crash
t-two b’s up, n-ggas throw up my flag
buffetboy he one of one
i just went black truck i’m tryna ride cullinan
two puffs of the gas f-ck it then i’m done
like tell me who the f-ck put this grabba in my blunt?
got me coughin ion’ like that shi in my lungs
3.5 i can’t roll up, f-ck i might crush
bags, bags, i got a bunch
a-a-ass, ass, shawty throw buns
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