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letra de flat babies - dareal deyshaun

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(blazer got the juice)

(hey mahlo)

don’t play with my brother we come for your throat
we like batman and robin’, we don’t do the jokin’
aye
i’m in the studio loaded(i’m loaded)
play you get folded
we on the flat and we posted(no rap)
aye
n—- wan’ tweak on the net, i got some for ’em
bump down on ’em, expose ’em

i’m really surrounded my motherf-ckin’ hitters
they love to take sh-t out the picture

aye
this sh-t in me not on me
one of one they can’t clone me(one of one)
better stick to your plan or regret it(no rap)
can’t do what i do, i done already said it
we catch you out loafin’, we takin’ your weapon(we taking your sh-t)

i don’t like to talk, i like handling business
if it ain’t bout the money, don’t put me up in it
i’ll get some done when it come to my family
i’m not just rappin’
if i say it, i meant it
i said i meant it

play gangsta, get exposed, p-ssy boy you a hoe
smoke his ass like vapor for crackin’ a four
i’m runnin’ up money, i ain’t chasing these hoes

free my pops out the pen, can’t wait till he home
we steppin’, we creepin’, we see ’em in public, we bustin’ his dome
h-ll no, ion f-ck with no snitches
n—- be b-tches, just k!llin’ sh-t in his songs

i do this sh-t for team, them members
ion f-ck with you, ion f-ck with you
it ain’t none in the middle

aye
on the flat and we posted
i’m young, and i been havin’ motion(i been having motion)

can’t let ’em get under my skin
i see that they plotting for the moment(plotting for the moment)
i’m leaving here, how i came in
you n—– ain’t got nothing on me

aye
your bro’ risk his life for a nut like sandy
i’m different i’m like mr. krabbs bout the money
i’m good on the partying
i’m not with the arguing
running laps around n—–
that think they gon’ take some from me
need za doors never gon’ close
them b-tches stay open from sunday to monday
aye
im building this sh-t on my own
got me f-cked up a n—- try to come take some

aye
i do what i motherf-ckin’ want, i ain’t listening to sh-t, you can’t tell me none
aye
bet not get trapped in, some don’t seem right, better bust your gun
aye
forever i’ma hold sh-t tight, i’m on sight, you know mommma can’t lose her son
aye
i’ma handle that sh-t im on own, ain’t depending on no one to get sh-t done

- dareal deyshaun

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