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letra de 4am flex - tory lanez

part i

[verse 1]
tell me how you feel ’bout a n-gg- coming thru on a 4am flex shawty
we done came down off a mission now its time for the 4am flex shawty
leaving round 2, did the mission round 3, you the 4am flex shawty
i’m on my way right now, on the 4am flex yeah
you don’t like flaw b-tches, i don’t like hoe n-gg-s
we on some same sh-t
i hit that smoke with ya, i pour that 4 with ya
you on the low, well yeah i’m on the low with ya
pick up and go get you
i might just trust you enough to leave all my drugs and leave all of my dough with you
i leave it all around 4am
i just hit you up for the 4am flex now
riding down the west end shawty and bouta make a left right now
she live in driftwood
all of her famo from sh-r-
she know the read if the lick good
shawty gon stick to the program
i never don’t have no ways
that’s why you know that i work
she so official that she’ll get the pot and she’ll throw her own four in the mix
pull up to the function on fours, like a n-gg- had two plus two on the whip
i’ma keep it real with your friends
i need you plus you plus you, i’m a deal shawty
all up for the 4am flex, cuz the 3am ain’t really go good on the real shawty
4am flex, and i’m watching for the cops and i put that on the hood, shawty
[skit]
come on my n-gg-, shut up my n-gg- you gon wake this n-gg- up
ayo my n-gg-, i’m trying
sh-t, my n-gg- put the sh-t in the bag, let’s go
let’s go
ay sh-t, yo yo yo yo yo yo, i think this n-gg- waking up
oh f-ck oh sh-t
ayo who the f-ck is that in my house
sh-t, go out the front door, go out the front door
let’s go, run to the car, run to the car, run to the car
-shots busting-

part ii

[verse 2]
me and the homie pull off the corner inside of a old honda accord
the feeling feel like a torture
the n-gg- we just robbed just popped one in his shoulder
and led to me pulling over, to checking and telling him dawg
just take the p-ssenger seat and i hit the road
cuz there’s way too many police out here to feel like we low
my back windshield broke and the driver seat soak
from the blood that was previously leaking from his coat
we switch sides while i put this sh-t to drive
a 80 some odd miles, shiftin the gear to 5
hopin’ that the 5-0 pigs don’t see the ride
cuz normally i ain’t scared, but tonight there’s fear in my eyes
my phone blingin’ cuz my girl at home clingin’
and unaware of the problem this night on the road bringin’
then i pick up the phone and tell her i’m speedin’ home
as soon as i drop my dawg at the emergence room

- tory lanez

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