FLOWIN Songtext
von 3weeksin
FLOWIN Songtext
(Dee B got that heat...)
Rock out the show, smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the .40 by my low, naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out, she gon′ go
To get in my crib, you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don′t fuck with the snow
Every day payday, my start gon' grow
She wants telling, no time, I gotta go
Popping that addy, no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans, wearing Rick Owens
Got a bad bitch, no time for ho
My dwag for real, he keeps going
I ain't gon′ chill, I′ma keep flowin' (grr)
Put the bag on me, got tags on me
I studied a green, anatomy
She got BBL, put that ass on me, put it all on me
Brotherhood, everybody back then we felt it out
My first show gonna sell out, top ten now going all out
Yeah, I wear all black and my racks gonna stack
She okay in her faith, I′ma fucker her from the back
Always stay low-key, I'm never gonna let
Everywhere I go, I put it on a map
Can′t trust no ho, that's always on an air, can′t pay no more
I'm always on track, the track hop, speeding, I go zoom
Let me slide walk, one step it on the move
Got the game a lot, let me keep stirring the pot
Yeah, whip it out the law, I'm going to keep pushing, I don′t stop
Got to stop playing (always been on top nigga)
Rock out the show, smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the .40 by my low, naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out, she gon′ go
To get in my crib, you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don′t fuck with the snow
Every day payday, my start gon' grow
She wants telling, no time gotta go
Popping that addy, no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans, wearing Rick Owens
Got a bad bitch, no time for ho
My dwag for real, he keeps going
I ain′t gon' chill, I′ma keep flowin'
Rock out the show, smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the .40 by my low, naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out, she gon′ go
To get in my crib, you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don′t fuck with the snow
Every day payday, my start gon' grow
She wants telling, no time, I gotta go
Popping that addy, no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans, wearing Rick Owens
Got a bad bitch, no time for ho
My dwag for real, he keeps going
I ain't gon′ chill, I′ma keep flowin' (grr)
Put the bag on me, got tags on me
I studied a green, anatomy
She got BBL, put that ass on me, put it all on me
Brotherhood, everybody back then we felt it out
My first show gonna sell out, top ten now going all out
Yeah, I wear all black and my racks gonna stack
She okay in her faith, I′ma fucker her from the back
Always stay low-key, I'm never gonna let
Everywhere I go, I put it on a map
Can′t trust no ho, that's always on an air, can′t pay no more
I'm always on track, the track hop, speeding, I go zoom
Let me slide walk, one step it on the move
Got the game a lot, let me keep stirring the pot
Yeah, whip it out the law, I'm going to keep pushing, I don′t stop
Got to stop playing (always been on top nigga)
Rock out the show, smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the .40 by my low, naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out, she gon′ go
To get in my crib, you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don′t fuck with the snow
Every day payday, my start gon' grow
She wants telling, no time gotta go
Popping that addy, no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans, wearing Rick Owens
Got a bad bitch, no time for ho
My dwag for real, he keeps going
I ain′t gon' chill, I′ma keep flowin'
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