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letra de off-white - laflareboi

[into: laflareboi]
yeah
big flare’ n-gga
rest in peace to virgil
i rock-
gang, uh uh

[verse 1: laflareboi]
i rock off-white, i rock off-white
i be drippin’
i sip cough syrup
it’s a dirty habit, i like leaning
on her neck pearls, she a good girl?
no such thing
i just f-ck em, i can’t love em’
i can’t give a b-tch a ring
i’m investing in these dollars
i want million dollar things
i’m investing in these choppas
play with us i bet they sing
it’s a 25 ting, i’m steppin’ for my twin
it’s a million dollar dream
this every trapper dream
i got pills, i weed, and i got lean (and i got lean)
4eva solid migo gang yeah that’s my team (yeah that’s woo)
i like bad b-tches and expensive things (еxpensive things)
pedеstrian, i just be walking on the beat uh
f-ck a drive by n-gga we gon walk em’ down on feet
i want skai jack in 2025 to be my b-tch
f-ck a pump, i’m the youngest flexer and i’m gon success
she gon come over and give me nun but neck ion speak

[chorus: laflareboi]
i rock off-white and vlone for the whole week (seven days)
stuck on my grind cause my family gotta eat (gotta feed)
get to the racks like a f-cken track meet (zoom)
hotbox the car d-mn this motherf-cker reek (d-mn it stank)
i been trapping for a while and my city know it
i don’t fall in love no more cause all these b-tches hoeing
i don’t see no f-cken competition, i can’t spell opponent (ain’t no cap)
i ain’t got no time to chitchat i got to get the money
i’m on it!

[verse 2: laflareboi]
got balenciaga dripping on my feet
got your b-tch taking meat on her face i skeet skeet
she going to take it like the nba, all two b-lls
feel like lil uzi in 2016 i got too much sauce
me and brodie matching off-white
squad too tight
had to f-ck her with my finger first the b-tch was too tight
i ain’t met kid cudi but i’m a stoner day and night
we was f-cking on the first day, love at first sight
i got that p-ssy for free cause she gon f-ck me off of hype
shout out ktd my label they gon get my money right
i’m with rack$ every friday, sippin’ on pints
b-tch i’m demon flare’ for real and i’ll be him until i die
[chorus: laflareboi]
i rock off-white and vlone for the whole week (seven days)
stuck on my grind cause my family gotta eat (gotta feed)
get to the racks like a f-cken track meet (zoom)
hotbox the car d-mn this motherf-cker reek (d-mn it stank)
i been trapping for a while and my city know it
i don’t fall in love no more cause all these b-tches hoeing (thots)
i don’t see no f-cken competition, i can’t spell opponent (ain’t no cap)
i ain’t got no time to chitchat i got to get the money
i’m on it!

- laflareboi

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