FLM Songtext
von Snowsa

You can′t handle no freak like me
I eat it up well before the ripping
Play if you want, no Wanda Sykes
Don't give me none them, I′ma start striking

Jump in the cootie like I'm scuba diving
I'll have you soaking all through them jeans
All up through them seams while I do my thing
Yeah, I′ll have you soaking all up through them jeans, jeans

You wanna fuck again, I know
Baby, you can not handle this Snow
I′ma put it down like a shovel
Now you're not gonna have control
Now you′re not gonna have control
Now you not finna have control, ay, ay
Gonna have control, ay, ay, ay


The accent real wavy when you fuckin' on me
And I been a sick nigga, Robitussin on me
I am not a link, why you cuffing on me?
It′s a whole lot of pussy niggas bluffing 'round me
Me, I get the bag like a duffle ′round me
Like it's luggage 'round me, niggas shuffle round me

If I like it, I buy it, stoney island, uh-huh
Off White, Gucci, and Louis attire
Man, I been on the go since Chaka sang through the fire
I′m the hottest young messiah, ain′t no nigga can deny it

You wanna fuck again, I know
Baby, you can not handle the Snow
I'ma put it down like a shovel
Now you′re not gonna have control
Now you're not gonna have control
Now you′re not finna have control, ay, ay
Gonna have control, ay, ay, ay


Hey, how you doin' lil′ mama? 'Bout to whisper in your ear
'Bout to tell you some shit to make your nigga disappear
Lil Snowsa come around, shine a light like chandelier
I′m the body engineer, I turn your body into gears
Niggas tote they guns but I know they really pop
I don′t want your bitch 'cause she shaped like cinder block
Got my dread locks, and my shits really flock
I eat chickens but I don′t eat no cock
Can't come into my home, Sherlock
Niggas call me Snow, but you can call me Big Shot

Been packing my packs bitch
I flip that thang over, let ′em have it
If he ain't put in, don′t pass it
That ashy ass nigga need chapstick
Talk to me, don't jazz, bitch
Or I'll catch you at night, no Gladys
Robberies all in my past bitch
Took a few bad roads to live lavish
Niggas want to know my status
On G-O-D, I been wildin′

Just blew a hundred-thousand
I just blew a hundred-thousand
I just blew a hundred-thousand
I just blew a hundred-thousand

You can′t handle no freak like me
I eat it up well before the ripping
Play if you want no Wanda Sykes
Don't give me nothin′ them, I'ma start striking
Jump in the cootie like I′m scuba diving
I'll have you soaking all through them jeans
All up through them seams while I do my thing
Yeah, I′ll have you soaking all up through in them jeans, jeans