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letra de gis & flames - faithlo

[part i]

[intro]
let’s go, b-tch
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
let’s go, gimme way, gimme, gimme way
gimme, gimme way, b-tch, b-tch, let’s go

[verse]
gig in sp-ce how i gig na your banney
man y’all gimme way, i been planin’ to drop my sh-t
i can never loose my way cause i still listen to the truth(okay)
i too low-key for your low-key(okay), get my mar and cap my og(okay)
she actin’ holy but she chronic
oh, she chill with broly too(yeah), but she junky
make her b-tt the wall then my lil’ man lost(let’s go)
oh my lord they just get involved ‘bout to show the love
n-ggas raw, how we addin’ up(woo) can make your charmo fall(woo)
oh your jue wanna get jiggly with me(okay), she hit ceeky with me(okay)
mj whеn i touchdown av(yeah), end a minute thеn i dip
can’t be chillin’ heavy, still got sh-t to do excuse me
i mean move lemme hit the booth, n-gga
fire in the back fire in the trap goin’ up
you just realised boy ain’t takin’ side, know what’s up
we just hit the line, lemme know right now, i don’t bluff
lemme close my case and pack two for the dawg, know what’s up
cause when i go up b-tch(b-tch) please don’t call my line(b-tch) i ain’t comin’ back(b-tch)
bag full of munchies(b-tch) gotta eat up n-gga(let’s go) when i’m ridin’ ‘round(gimme way)
drink in my cup(gimme, gimme way) got a long night n-gga(gimme way) gotta pull’em pull up(gimme, gimme way)
bro’s switchin’(let’s go) no goody boy, gotta post and know what’s up
who up and need me?(woo) they knockin’ door
but come inside and close the door i gettin’ cold
my homie with me(okay), we tippin’ toes(okay), we pass it over when it’s time to let it go(okay)
what’s up with guesjean(yeah) we on the road(ye)
man y’all don’t stress me i been movin’ very slow
who up and need me?(yeah) they knockin’ door(knockin’ door) but come inside and close the door i gettin’ cold(ye, let’s go)
yeah(what’s happenin’)

[part ii]

[pre chorus]
flames in here(yeah yeah), know we gon’ burn the rules go wild, oh, the gang on here(ye)
yeah yeah(ye), yeah(ye)

[verse 1]
turn my n-ggas down, that’s a no i don’t wanna foe
ballin’ everyday in my sp-ce and i move some weight
steppin’ on them fakers they can’t play, know they loosin’ weight
i’m like bradly cooper like the shooter i don’t shooter to mix
you must be the gang ‘fore we hang, i don’t know your manz
i go straight up in, in the ends and jump out the wind’
man do exercise recognise just don’t socialize
just to take a spot blow some loud and i buss it down
yes i’m calm when i’m ridin’ with gang
we be spinnin’ fast and we back in the ends
i need peace of mind and i’m back on earth missin’ steps, blurry when i’m movin’(come on)
this the juice sip some mine(come on)
[pre chorus]
flames in here(ye yea), know we gon burn the rules go wild, oh, the gang on here
yeah(ye) yeah(ye), yeah(yea)

[chorus]
cause we just pull up skrr skrr, ridin’ with the crew crew
flamers on the way, take notes brakes it’s the big move
shawty wanna bang just to hang we can play cool
once i get my chance ima bang, bens can make her dance
cause we just pull up skrr skrr, ridin’ with the crew crew
flamers on the way, take notes brakes it’s the big move
shawty wanna bang just to hang we can play cool
once i get my chance ima bang, bens can make her dance

[verse 2]
can’t take no brakes when i go three ways in the mix, know y’all need some this
don’t do free sh-t, i don’t trip when i popped my sh-t
i got big sp-ce in the mix, boy been trippin’, boy been creepin’
ridin’ ‘round with the guys don’t take sides, socialize
why you trippin’ on the guys, man, get the f-ck off my back
n-gga, i ain’t comin’ back tonight, hush up, freeze up, gig up
n-gga, why you trippin’ on the guys get your beast up

- faithlo

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