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letra de flintstones - d2thajxint

[intro: d2thajxint]
aye
i’m finna spaz on this sh-t
trophy gang
flintstones
joint, b-tch

[verse 1: d2thajxint]
n-gga run up on me, talkin’ tough, i’m leavin’ with his chains
pinky ring on froze, ice on my neck, i feel like johnny dang (bling)
he gon’ get a tag up on his toe, f-ckin’ with the gang
catch a opp n-gga lackin, tryna leave with a stain
i was always on a n-gga’s blocks, they was never out (b-tch)
prayin’ to the whip with this faith, hit a n-gga house
told that lil’ b-tch her p-ssy weak, i put it in her mouth (ew)
got this bad lil’ freaky b-tch, i think she from the south (freaky b-tch)
heard her n-ggas talkin’ on the gram like they need that (what?)
we gon’ pop up, we don’t give n-ggas feedback (b-tch ass n-gga)
got the white up on her toes, hit that lil’ b-tch from the back (ayy)
on trophy gang, we on the road, chasin’ after that f-ckin’ sack
i was f-ckin’ on a bad b-tch, she built like kim k
i be makin’ plays out of town, let me call bae (brrr)
pop a n-gga point blank range, hollows ate his face (boom)
big 30 on me, splash brothers, n-ggas think i’m clay
you think your chain bustin, lil’ n-gga, what you spent on that?
if my b-tch cheat first, i cheat too, we can go tit for tat (b-tch)
the choppa gon’ make a n-gga flip like he an acrobat (boom)
why you n-ggas always takin’ l’s, how y’all cope with that (loser)
i was tryna go and get a bag like a flintstone
if you ain’t tryna f-ck, lil’ b-tch, you can go home (h-ll nah)
got a bad b-tch, she light skin, she a redbone
i ain’t came to chill, lil’ baby, i just want the dome
[verse 2: babyscowedoit]
dead homies
look, i just woke up, made a slap before i went to school
you walk around with no strap, you better get a tool (better go and get one)
he over there, he hangin’ with some b-tches, lookin’ like a fool
i’m over there, i’m posted with my thugs, you can’t hang with the crew (you can’t hang with my n-ggas)
n-ggas go to jail, first day out, they act brand new (they act brand new)
no, i don’t wanna f-ck your b-tch, heard she ran through (i heard she ran through)
exotic in my wood, this sh-t sticky, somethin’ like glue (something like glue)
brother, get these n-ggas from around me, i don’t like dudes
spent a band on the glock, you think i’m finna fight you?
you’s a weird n-gga, probably never invite you (never invite)
up the pole on a n-gga, he seen flashin, what that light do
that p-ssy n-gga said he was gon’ pop me, i was like, ”cool
next day, i was in his hood, with a chop too
had a good stolik v8, that b-tch went vroom
why you speakin’ h-lla hard on me?
but don’t got broom, like i won’t pop out the bushes, let my glock boom
need a new bl!cky asap, i can’t go without it (can’t go)
if they catch me lackin, i don’t got it, i might die without it (might die)
suckas say they really in my section, but they not around it (aight)
tuh, n-gga, they need to knock it off
n-ggas caught themself, i swear to god, these n-ggas not involved (n-ggas not involved)
look, catch a n-gga lackin, i’ma pop it off (pop it off)
catch him in traffic, gettin’ active, don’t care if i see the law
cold n-gga, don’t want the coochie, b-tch, i just want the jaw
b-tch, i just want the uhh
don’t want the coochie, b-tch, i just want the jaw
[verse 3: chosen zay]
the b-tch ugly and she stink, so i can’t get a b-n-r
i don’t even want her, but my brother told me, pass him to her
he a nasty n-gga, he’ll stick his d-ck in anything
remind me of that one opp n-gga, that got hit in the brain
cause he was thinkin’ with his d-ck, but now he in a ditch
i can’t even roll that dead ass n-gga in no spliff
cause he hittin like a black, man, i don’t want that sh-t
but that’s besides the point, brother put him out
i’m smokin’ aces and exotic, got me out my body
556, hit him up, now he out his body
bad b-tch, bend her over, yeah, that’s my body
she call me a dog ass n-gga and i agree with her
the way i’m d-gg-n’ n-ggas
like i’m bread with a pit bull and a cane corso
call me pit corso
sound like a wrestler cause, i’ll slam yo ass
talkin’ all that hot sh-t, watch bro cook his ass
green beam to his head, now his face gone
talkin’ all that k!llin’ sh-t, boy, i’ll get you gone
bad b-tch, invite her over, tell her throw some dome
and i bet not feel no tooth, or else that b-tch is gone
but if the cooter good, then she might can stay
but once i’m done, put your clothes on, ho, you gotta go

[outro: fred flintstone]
yabba-dabba-doo!

- d2thajxint

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