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letra de flashin - yung savi

[hook]
flashing & trappin
flashing & trappin
yeah, i be flashing & trappin
flashing & trappin [x6]

[verse 1: yung savi]
throwing that money, no shade (shade)
broke -ss n-gg-, get paid (paid)
cutting my hair with the fade
finna go get with some babes
hopped in the whip with a slave
f-ck a b-tch up & i skirt off
robbing these b-tches, no mask off
drinking that liquor, she doze off
all of your hoes say i’m hot now
they wanna get on my d-ck now
getting a taste of that fame now
let that shit go to your brain now
telling that b-tch to go pipe down…
i pop up in your city, hoe
b-tches be like, who that?
they can’t stop me, they can’t copy
oh, i brought that old flow back
they should have knew that
i’m going back to back
like i’m drizzy with the throwback

[verse 2: yung savi]
look at me now, i’m c-cky
look at me now, don’t stop me
that ice on my wrist, that’s bling
yo b-tch, she’ll f-ck the whole team
making her serve the whole squad
them young bulls selling that hard
strapped up, pulling my card
got a bad b-tch f-cking with a king
turned her to my queen
i’m a comedy n-gg-, charlie sheen
& my n-gg-, he’ll doze off, lean
i done wracked up all my shit
popping them tags up off my shit
couple rings up on her finger
treating her like she my daughter, she a dime, no nickel, no quarter
dropping them laws & the order
baby don’t leave me, don’t go
stacking my dough to the ceiling
i’m sorry for the mothaf-ckin wait
she done got me in my feelings, ah!

[verse 3: yung savi]
driving that whip off the block
serving these n-gg-s, you a thot
cooking up dope with the uzi
spraying them n-gg-s like uzi’s
hop in that b-tch jacuzzi
spitting so fast like i’m uzi
counting my racks in the bando, hitting them keys on piano
i come straight back with a new banger
no coats on my new coat hanger
she done cut me off like a stranger
pulling my strings like a puppet
she be feeling my swag, don’t knock it
hating -ss n-gg-s, don’t respect it
my old b-tch short like a midget
get her to the crib, i hit it
bankroll fresh, that’s money gang
wizzy on the beat, that’s taylor gang
i own all my shit, that’s money gang
running this shit like i’m top notch..
running this shit like i’m top notch..
running this shit like i’m top notch..
running this shit like i’m top notch..

[outro]
flashing & trapping, oh
flashing & trapping, oh
flashing & trapping
flashing & trapping, oh
flashing & trapping, oh
flashing & trapping
flashing & trapping, oh
flashing & trapping, oh

[bridge]
all i do is cash out
all i do is flash out. [x8]
crazy b-tch won’t leave me alone
texting all night, day long
spitting off top of the dome
packing my shit then i’m gone
all of my dreads still locking
po po’s on my door knocking
stay on my grind cause i’m popping
all of you hoes keep hoeing, ah..

- yung savi

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