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letra de everybody know me - flawda mane

[intro: flawda mane]
i wanna let the public know man
who i am, real simple
check it out yeah

[verse one: flawda mane]
i`m from that state
of swamp rats and alligators
yeah
say round what’s happenin`
lets go hop off in that navigator
and lets go get it cuz
anyway we can
cuz you know they hate
to see you when you have a full hand
and i went from ramen noodles
straight to that five star
with michelin tires scr-pin` off
in the parking lot with
your f-cking broad
in daylight or day or night
i get it right or i go home
my flow southern to
the f-ckin bone
like honey grits or ozone
[chorus: flawda mane]
frankly, everybody know me
been hangin back like some
moss on a oak tree
fat money bag, big ole truck
don’t care what you sayin
boy i don’t give a f-ck

frankly, evеrybody know me
been hangin back like some
moss on a oak tree
fat monеy bag, big ole truck
don’t care what you sayin
boy i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: flawda mane]
my paint flipping from blue
black yeah
but they don’t know how i do that
i`m not young bleed
but i make yall wonder
how the h-ll is you
feeling thunder, right there
down beneath your feet
bruh bruh, i`m comin
down your street with 22`s
up under feet but i`m probably
just lookin for a freak
make her wet like a art sheet
make them haters heartbeat
but don’t even go to try to start me
cuz this florida boy is not sweet
[chorus: flawda mane]
frankly, everybody know me
been hangin back like some
moss on a oak tree
fat money bag, big ole truck
don’t care what you sayin
boy i don’t give a f-ck

frankly, everybody know me
been hangin back like some
moss on a oak tree
fat money bag, big ole truck
don’t care what you sayin
boy i don’t give a f-ck

[verse: rich daddy]
yeah at the’ banks g’
everybody know me
rich daddy mo’ fresha’
then your’ groceries’
posted up’ blown’ smoke
through a gold leaf
my hangin’ moss on froze
laced in gold beetch’
rich daddy ready’ leaning’ on
my oak tree, on god f-ck
what every hatuh told me’
my paper in the yard’
push-ups’ like a og’
fit so chilly’ yeah’ you
can catch a cold b’
flawda mane pull’ the
cards of these’ phony
rich daddy rollin’ in like’
[chorus: flawda mane]
frankly, everybody know me
been hangin back like some
moss on a oak tree
fat money bag, big ole truck
don’t care what you sayin
boy i don’t give a f-ck

frankly, everybody know me
been hangin back like some
moss on a oak tree
fat money bag, big ole truck
don’t care what you sayin
boy i don’t give a f-ck
at all

[outro: flawda mane]
and now you know
lakewood the game

- flawda mane

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