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letra de full throttle - cdot flexin

[intro: yk osiris]
im tired of these trash ass n-ggas man
you know with all due respect yall gon…
yall gon put respect on my name
yall gon respect me
yall gon… yall gon put respect on my name
ima show you

[hook : cdot flexin]
in the spot and my brothers gon back me
i’m tucker bro got chops like jackie
darkskin you know she ratchet and classy
all them heels and sh-t come off in the backseat
let off a shot and we start up the track meet
i’m the topic they always gon at me
n-ggas be b-tches he need him a maxi
i’m tryna be at wherever the racks be

[verse 1: cdot flexin]
likе all these demons i’m slaying no timе to relax
roll him up he get put in a pack
saints row, bro in the back with the gat
twenty four hours we was in the trap
been losing my mind tryna get it back
hitting the gym my pockets getting fat
no training shawty don’t know how to act
just blitz em, brodie gon get to the sack
[bridge: cdot flexin]
like, pick it up full throttle
she a drinker she k!lling the bottle
need a real rider dont need me a model
and she read my lyrics like a novel
gun in bro pants he walking with a waddle
my n-ggas band together like a cottle
gon be the goat until i turn to fossils
came from rocking levis with the aeropostale
i’m speaking ghetto gospel
know that shawty wanna go where i go
like say i love her it’s really a typo
but this love be driving shawty psycho
he goin out sad his pockets looking micro
n-ggas up it they dont wanna fight though
like tryna lock in and get this sh-t right bro
tried to calm down i ain’t really the type though

[verse 2: ck sizzy]
i ain’t really the type
she was dumb for believing the hype
i just k!lled then said i’ll spend the night
what? (huh) (psych!)
and i’m really that, i’m really him
taking ws i really win
like b-tch cut it out i’m really trim
straight to her mother house i’m really in
into thick of it, b-tch i’m sick of it
i just been ready to peak
they said i was lame, i tried to stay out the game
all these b-tches do is cheat
he not built the same
b-tch i play on hall of fame
i know he dont wanna compete
i really put in pain
f-ck around and hit a stain on a n-gga for thinking sh-t sweet (look)
if she not nasty, we won’t lasty
this ain’t seven eleven don’t gas me
life is great when you know where the gats be
run up the bands with my boys in the backstreet
ima only jack you if you jack me
check the numbers i’m stuffing the stat sheet
stay with ruby cause that’s where the macs be
nut on her face call it cream for the acne
[hook: cdot flexin]
in the spot and my brothers gon back me
i’m tucker bro got chops like jackie
darkskin you know she ratchet and classy
all them heels and sh-t come off in the backseat
let off a shot and we start up the track meet
i’m the topic they always gon at me
n-ggas be b-tches he need him a maxi
i’m tryna be at wherever the racks be

[bridge: cdot flexin]
like, pick it up full throttle
she a drinker she k!lling the bottle
need a real rider dont need me a model
and she read my lyrics like a novel
gun in bro pants he walking with a waddle
my n-ggas band together like a cottle
gon be the goat until i turn to fossils

- cdot flexin

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