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letra de hit da flooooooow - oliver francis & new york nico

[intro: drowning pool & oliver francis]
here we go, here we go now
one, nothing wrong with me
two, nothing wrong with me
three, nothing wrong with me
four, nothing wrong with me
one, something’s got to give
two, something’s got to give
three, something’s got to give
now!
woo
yuh, you are now listening to the theme of legends
ooh, check, check, check, yeah
yeah, ooh, yuh
hahahaha, hahaha, ooh, b-tch
check it out, check it out, one, two, one, two (ayy, woah, woah)
check it out, check it out, one, two, one, two (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 1: oliver francis]
it be the s-x and hennessey that made me act like this
cl!ck clack, blast the gat
take the loot and i dip quick sh-t
i ditch my hoodie, then i jump on the train
just another rainy day, another smooth getaway
roll the real good weed
hop on the npc
and can’t n0body f-ck with me when come to cookin’ the beats
all that flexin on the gram, i turn your ass to a l!ck
i’ll pistol whip your baby moms if she givin’ me lip, real sh-t
i run from nothing, i’ll be bustin’ if the feds knock
all my jewelry custom and you know my jordan’s dead stock
we hit the top if that mean diggin’ through the bedrock
homie, you a pimple like you ’bout to get yo’ head popped
pop, pop, pop, pop
yeah, i’m on a roll
f-ckin’ model b-tches on the cover of vogue
better pray that i don’t catch you chillin’ posted at the liquor store
turn this sh-t to drowning pool, let the bodies hit the floor, b-tch
let the bodies hit the flo’, b-tch, b-tch
[bridge: oliver francis]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
haha, will smith, haha
check it, check it, check it, mic check it, yeah
i get the mic and i wreck it, uh, mmm, yeah
take ya’ chain and ya’ necklace
take ya’ wallet, ya’ hat, and ya’ necklace
yeah, yo

[verse 2: slowkiing]
i’m the psycho motherf-cker that you had double-crossed
we in the city comin’ to you, got the juice and the sauce
you better keep your chain tucked
i sn-tch the lord off the cross
i’m thinkin’ of all the lines i’m takin’ and wonder what it cost
i got an issue with the way you was lookin’ at me
broad daylight, motherf-cker, i’m breakin ya’ knees
mob came right when you was screamin’ and beggin’ me, “please”
in the car lights, no discussion, we speak as we squeeze
i hit the p-ssy, call a uber, i ain’t tryna cuddle
let me hold a quarter ounce and i’ma make it double
i step up in the studio and turnt the booth to rubble
poppin’ the glock on your block if you lookin’ for trouble
party hat, fire cape on my back
i keep the mash cash stack
burnin’ hash, i’m relaxed
homie, pray that i don’t catch you slippin’ with some chicken-headed hopes
turn this sh-t to drowning pool, let the bodies hit the floor
[outro: oliver francis]
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the

- oliver francis new york nico

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