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letra de words of a stunna ii - flokcavali

big money minded
all four lobes
make make big blocks and these h— flaw tragic
wipe a n—- nose semi-autos and drakos
make your nose bleed when you smell my business

first things first i’m ’gon need my respect
if a n—- fail to give me that i loosen up his neck
respect, and fear, it’s one thing or the other, can’t have both for a n—-
so if i sense disrespect i gotta make these h— shiver
love to bow my head
say a single prayer hallelujah hallelujah
before i gotta eat i know the lord won’t make me beg
like an eagle n—- i see through the bowels
the bottom profound but i know my way ’round it
father lord he the king
never play with his prince
you gon’ get decapitated when we talking boss s—
point me out as kingpin (point me out as king pin)

never be the sheep
make your own way with the steps from your feet
recruit day one’s when that path is ready to take a jeep
never be a b—-, b—- slap fools regardless
ain’t no time to lose not a second should be pointless
if money’s the root of evil then why you still broke if your heart’s filled with darkness
you don’t wanna be six feet down below when your figures never had the same amount of zeros
n—– disguised like assassins at a wingstop
but they disguise like a tank in a parking lot
ridin’ through the block
big big wheels only
got me feeling like a cruise ship with a canon
no gunport just lasers, i don’t aim
man i overdo this s— when i’m full body spraying
lightheaded doofus
get knocked out when you touch what i’m smoking
big time stupid
act a-

(mother—–
man run that s— back)
run that s— back man-

uh okay lightheaded doofus
get knocked out when you touch what i’m smoking
big time stupid, act a fool n—- you’s a clown and you know it
catch a n—- lacking once, he gon’ eat a bullet twice
no poker chips but i roll phatties like it’s always my turn to roll the dice
diamonds on my t–th, i don’t smile when i take ’em out
i love to bite deep cos i take big leaps
i chase big bags while these n—– chase clout, now my bricks yield clout and these n—– sh-t faded
why you still looking funny? the circus long closed
n—- it’s what what what n-gga what what what! when you get too close
you don’t know me like that, don’t f— up my day
got another joint rolled and another one again and again and again till i feel an overdose
that’s never, i don’t wanna be sober

- flokcavali

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