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letra de luh tyler flow (freestyle) - luh tyler

[verse]
they ain’t throw yo boy no bands i had to run my own up
you ain’t talkin’ bout no bag i won’t even pick the phone up
yea this lil b-tch love the kid but i don’t even want her
young n-gga kid this sh-t to real i ain’t even write this song up
i been breakin’ b-tches hearts my n-ggas in here chromed up
got yo b-tch down on her knees she in here givin’ dome up
n-gga you got lil boy pape but all my pockets grown up
and my wrist the frozest, and my b-tch the coldest
i don’t even got to say that i’m the goat these n-ggas know this
all these n-ggas keep on tryna steal my swag they takin’ notes and sh-t
i just jumped up on this beat and snapped the kid ain’t even wrote this sh-t
reach in my pocket and pull out a stack now yo b-tch givin’ throat and sh-t
you get money and yo own n-ggas switchin’ on you, that’s just how it is
all these n-ggas be my sons they actin’ out i don’t got time for kids
if that b-tch a baddy with a fatty then i might just hit
she just ate me up and the whole gang just told me ice her wrist
f-ck nah, all my n-ggas up, nah
100s in my pocket this sh-ts older than yo grandpa
baby you can look but please don’t take pics, keep yo hand off
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it’s like (fff) lay that fan off
this lil b-tch a fan now
this b-tch gon walk straight into my room and rip her pants off
get a rapper b-tch just for the night she tryna stay now
if they try some, have to show my bro gon give them stage frights
lil n-gga we get bands for these shows
f-ckin’ fans with the bros
ice on my head sh-t’s so cold, we ain’t going broke no more
he cuffed a hoe he broke the code
young n-gga dripped out heat to toe
i can’t be lovin’ on these hoes, but i love this money tho
this lil n-gga broke as a joke, boy you funny bro
in the stu all night ain’t leavin’ till it’s sunny hoe
i just did a show i need my 100s n-gga run me tho
how the f-ck did you go broke lil boy where did yo money go? (on gang)
how the f-ck i’m sh-ttin’ on these kids i ain’t even tryin’ to
my bro keep pourin’ green all in his cup yea he a slimy dude
go and hit the road and run it up, is that a time or two?
man i got two bad b-tches tryna f-ck i don’t know what to do
i ain’t even stealin’ n-ggas swag gon leave that up to you
come get yo b-tch this lil hoe actin’ lame she prolly fond of you
man these n-ggas don’t know how to play the game man, i guess i gotta teach em
youngest finna go hit johnny dang that’s what that money do
just look at my chain that’s what that money do
them 20s, 50s, and a f-ckin’ 100s what i’m runnin’ through
why all these n-ggas speakin’ on the kid y’all don’y got none to do
i go so many bad b-tches on my d-ck i don’t know who to choose
remember they was sleepin’ on the kid, lil b-tch you snooze you loose
i’m tryna find a way straight to the blues i’m lookin for the clues
on gang man, you n-ggas needa stop chasin’ these hoes and start chasin’ a bag
yo b-tch prolly in a honda my b-tch in a coupe
[refrain]
they ain’t throw yo boy no bands i had to run my own up
you ain’t talkin’ bout no bag i won’t even pick the phone up
yea this lil b-tch love the kid but i don’t even want her
young n-gga kid this sh-t to real i ain’t even write this song up
i been breakin’ b-tches hearts my n-ggas in here chromed up
got yo b-tch down on her knees she in here givin’ dome up
n-gga you got lil boy pape but all my pockets grown up
and my wrist the frozest, and my b-tch the coldest

- luh tyler

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