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letra de dead - flow jones jr.

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[intro]
smoking on herb, smoking on herb yeah yeah
sh-t getting so crazy yeah yeah
met up with the gang (met up with the)

[verse 1]
uh!
get on the beat and chew it
when it come to money i speak i fluent
met up with tall racks, now they viewing
yeah yeah
i live what i rap don’t confuse it (i do what i do)
all you n-ggas cap sh-t i knew it (knew it)
neck looking custard find the proof in the pudding
yeah, man that’s drip that is (drip)
who you know drip like this? (who?)
diamonds they dance that’s chris (chris)
i look clean that’s crisp
i shift the gear, it’s near
turning back on my rear
i pray to god, it appeared
on my neck chandelier
i passed my peers (peer)
look, i passed my fears (zoom)
almost gave up d-mn near (yea)
prayed up all clear (clear)
hands up b-tch run it (run it)
all that man i want it (ah)
haters mad they dummy
make me sick to my stomach
and while y’all sit on couches?
look at my sh-t and doubt it
just know i’m about it
that’s my own sound man i found it
[chorus]
oh boy
boy don’t do it (don’t do it)
you gon find me flexin’ with no louie (no designer)
find me drippin’ in some dead (dead)
with some dead guys (dead)
looking dead, smoking got me red eye
oh boy, boy
boy don’t do it
how many times i gotta prove it?
oh boy don’t do it
don’t do it
ey, oh boy

[verse 2]
you got the fame but no money so what’s the point (trippin’)
the way these f-ck n-ggas move got me paranoid (rhhaa)
so i avoid, don’t wanna get annoyed (‘noyed)
sipping on mud filling the void (void)
when it comes to emotions (‘motions)
don’t get involved
man, that’s a hater (facts)
that’s not your boy (not your boy)
came here to destroy
ain’t nun to do more (more)
bring henny and pour
we tryna go forward
more focus than ford
i’m tryna be in forbes (uh-uh)
i’m tryna do tours (uh-uh)
i peep that fake sh-t, i’m informed
[chorus]
oh boy
boy don’t do it (don’t do it)
you gon find me flexin’ with no louie (no designer)
find me drippin’ in some dead (dead)
with some dead guys (dead)
looking dead, smoking got me red eye
oh boy, boy
boy don’t do it
how many times i gotta prove it?
oh boy don’t do it
don’t do it
ey, oh boy

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