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letra de flamin' hot - daboii

[intro: young slo-be]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
ha, ha (it’s the gang)

[chorus: young slo-be]
i got a flame (ah), it’s comin’ from the pole
n-ggas always talkin’ cash sh-t when they really poor (n-ggas broke)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n-gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap?
look, b-tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back?
ooh-wee, she tryna f-ck, f-ck

[verse 1: young slo-be]
i ain’t goofy, b-tch, do i look like a duck-duck?
no bap, i see a sucker, i just up-up
all my n-ggas’ cases hot, free the thugs, thugs
psh, they some real spitters (one, n-gga)

[chorus: young slo-be]
i got a flame, it’s comin’ from the pole (i got one)
n-ggas always talkin’ cash sh-t when they really poor (broke n-gga)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n-gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah-ah-ah, why you got thе strap? (at all, n-gga)
look, b-tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back? (my number, b-tch)
psh, ooh-wee, she tryna f-ck, f-ck
[verse 2: daboii]
yeah, and you bеtter put your b-tch up on a leash, she tryna f-ck, f-ck
bad-ass b-tch at the crib, i don’t f-ck sl-ts
b-tch, leave that nabby sh-t here, yeah, touch it
yeah, b-tch, if i let you in the crib, but not touch nothin’
yeah, i’ll quarterback the whole place, n-gga, hut-hut
yeah, grip potato on the barrel, b-tch go putt-putt
yeah, tired of all these rap n-ggas, they my sons-sons
b-tch ask me if i really love her, i’m like, “nuh-uh”
yeah, you got the lil’ chain took, that must suck, thug
big glock hangin’ out the, uh, these ain’t nunchucks
skinny-ass b-tch, talkin’ ’bout she want her b-tt done
yeah, i just whip it out, she just get to suckin’, i don’t b-tt rub
so many straps in the crib, don’t know what’s what
b-tch keep callin’, talk crazy, shut the f-ck up
me put some trust in a b-tch? i ain’t no dumb-dumb
yeah, and when we slide with them, you better run, punk (gang)

[chorus: young slo-be]
i got a flame (ah), it’s comin’ from the pole (i got one)
n-ggas always talkin’ cash sh-t when they really poor (broke n-gga)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n-gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap? (at all, n-gga)
look, b-tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back? (my number, b-tch)
psh, ooh-wee, she tryna f-ck, f-ck

- daboii

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