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letra de foul play - flagrant

[intro: flagrant, “associate”]
aww sh-t, still high
let’s see what this n-gga talkin’ bout
aw sh-t, ah this n-gga man
lemme know what he want, what the f-ck this sh-t ’bout
“wussup playa”
ain’t nuthin’ n-gga, up in the studio. y’know. what you doin’, layin’ up with some hoes?
“nah n-gga i’m out cruisin’ the park man, cruisin’ the hoes man, tryin’ to smell and see what’s good i’m sauced up”
you doin’ it though
“say what?”
i say you doin’ it
“i’ma be talkin’ to you late-”
aw man
“holla at ya n-gga, alright. get at me though n-gga i ain’t doin’ sh-t but straight pimpin’ dog”
f’sho
“for a n-gga you know i got some [?] sh-t right now. y’know come down here n-gga
get some hoes, poppin’ off”
oh, how long you got it like that?
“it ain’t nothin’ like that n-gga, sh-t n-gga you know how it go, get to steppin i’m already ballin’ round this b-tch now get steppin. ‘ey tell a n-gga [?]”
right?
“40 dolla sh-t that sh-t hard now trust me i’ma hit- aye, i’ma hit it you i know what it and what ain’t it dog”
you know it n-gga diamond cutz n-gga, holla at you bro
[verse 1]
when i woke up and checked the page and someonе must’ve spoke up
my shorty mocha, had said the fеds were stakin’
and we can’t be mistaken, she said they had 3 trucks that read that “lindsey’s landscapin'”
now i’m debatin’, checked the page again and it said “don’t be waitin'”
grab some money, when you start don’t stop runnin’ so i did it, i did it
now i’m in it, death do me, ’cause ain’t no f-ckin’ way i’ll let another judge’ll rule me
yo i’m assumin, if i call back, they might react, a tap ’til they traps
surround my flat, sit back, but f-ck that
i grab the fat mac and them cakes i had baked up
had money but couldn’t place it, tore my f-ckin’ place up
now wake up, i had to think straight, i grabbed the briefcase
it wasn’t safe to sit here, get hit here, with all this sh-t here
know they probably kickin’ in my shorty’s crib now
dirty feds probably trickin’ up my f-ckin’ bin now
hit in the head, “yeah you gonna go to jail” is all she hear now
and since i only f-ck with thorough b-tch the coast is clear now, uh
i grabbed the briefcase wit’ them cakes and knifes i had stashed
safe and locked it, (locked it?) reach fo’ the mac and c-ck it ready for evacuation
peep out the window, to make sure, no one was waitin’
debatin’, my shorty’s spot was 2 blocks then locate when that went
left saddle lappin’ with 80 degrees tore my ass skin
f-ck, couldn’t believe that this sh-t happened
when i finally catch that, talk first, then i’m blastin’
let ’em feast off berry ice cream like robbin’s baskin’
sh-t was clear out, ran out, had my ass in some sh-t
looked up the street and saw 6 comin’ quick, dog this was sickenin’
my drill ain’t pumpin, i almost popped my n-gga wit’ the mac
and when he pumped on ’em brakes then he screamed at me
he said “for heaven’s sakes get in the car i got a place not far from here!”
but quickly, mocha just paged and said “they movin’ swiftly on you, yo dog i warned you
about the clique, that you f-cked wit, but f-ck it, sh-t”
he pushed the 6 to the floor the tires roared, we made it to his stash in a flash
with the briefcase, and mackie out that ass and following, up the steps
he made a left and someone screamed “m-th-f-cka meet your death!”
there was a big roar, turned in time my n-gga hit the f-ckin’ floor
my eyes was sore, ain’t this a b-tch, couldn’t believe what i had just saw
looks like someone had took a mac and blew half of his chest off
he had the mess on, he wore a [?], a fubu sweater
my brains was up for seconds, but then, i thought you met her
grabbed a mac and then connect them n-ggas, squeeze the trigger out the lights
saw 3 or 4 figures in my gun sight, reactin’, they started blastin’
the sh-t started happenin’ fast, could’ve swore i saw my brother laughin’
parked in the dark corner, if that was him then he’s a goner
then he goin’ get it in the worst way, i can’t believe this happened on my birthday
ran down the steps in a frenzy, make sure the mackie stop a couple of shots up
out they glocks before they end me, the situation wasn’t friendly
really, hated the exit, but i did it n-gga, sh-t
there ain’t no way i take it standin, these b-tches shot my meds in
now i had to reconstruct the plan in
[outro]
flagrant, b-tch

- flagrant

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