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letra de flow - lil' molly

[lil’ molly]

[chorus:]
yo, my flow
so s-xy that’s how it goes
yeah motha f-cka im straight from the grove
blunt in the right; in the left, it’s petrone
“sick of these hoes” are u really tho?
cuz u be on the phone with like 3 in a row
sippin codeine cuz it’s making things slow
trippin and dripping and losin control, yo

[verse 1:]
i go to my friends house to smoke up a bowl
cruise on the highway, but we hit a toll
lady asks me why my eyes look so funny i said
“b-tch, stfu and just take my money!”
i throw her the change, b-tch started giving me looks
and i stepped on the gas all the way
huffin and puffin this blunt motha f-cka im f-cking insane
i pull up to the trap house, walk in and take my socks off
got a fine b-tch with her top off winkin at me
trynna see if she can hop on
everything was nice smooth until the b-tch bent down and
showed a strap on
i said h-ll f-ckin no, i thumped her in the head and ran back to my grandma

[tosty]

uh, tosty

[verse 1:]
yo my flo
smokin’ this loud to the dome
hop on the e-way, whippin it back home
takin the molly i’m rollin my chrome
stay spittin bars when i’m still in the zone
i’m good at this sh-t but i still stay unknown
funny how yo b-tch rock my cologne
think that i’m frontin’, i’m still h-lla stoned

(music break)

(tosty) i’m just a kid with a really big dream
done with the bullsh-t, f-ck all the fiends
curbstomp yo -ss, bon apet-te
we straight from the grove, we packin’ the heat
when it’s dark out, stay off the streets
stay at the crib, under the sheets
boolin’ all day that i can even see
smokin’ so much that i can’t even breathe
i f-cks with your b-tch, i gave her the wink
she f-cks-in with me so i gave her the d
she ridin’ on top, she got a degree
(she got a degree?) yeah, she got a degree
i ain’t gon’ wife her, that just ain’t me
spittin these bars and sippin codeine
that’s the real me, don’t f-ck with a g
(don’t f-ck with a g) don’t f-ck with a g
don’t f-ck with a g
got 2 bad b-tches rollin’ doobies
they’re so much smoke that you can’t even see
drop the windows if you see the po-lice
ain’t goin back i got sensitive knees
livin the life, i love being free
hit my line if you need some xannies
i got five bad b-tches callin’ me daddy
one of them blow while i whip my caddie
brain was so good, her name was maddy
sh-t i’m tweaking her name was sammy
p-ssy so good it tasting like candy

[outro];

tosty, kid with a dream, gang

- lil molly

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