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blazer boccle - banging flake lyrics

[chorus]
all my n+ggas send texts like “banging flake, on till late”
gun finger pose, you can’t watch this face
my boyo, no he ain’t on no diet
but man wanna try it so you know he gotta watch his weight
that’s banging flake, on till late
trap boy dreams lad, watch this sp+ce
whatever the weather, they got rocks in rain
rock star lifestyle, rocks in chains

[verse 1]
but i need h+lla free coats
ones that are spicy like jalapenos
see me in nike’s, not valentino’s
i told her i’m the man, ask her man because even he knows
we are not to f+ck with, i don’t know what lovе is
bewers with a smelly f+nny arе not to be trusted
fam i’m all about personal hygiene
not a man in your gang could do dirt on my team
that’s gospel, my n+ggas look like the man from hostel
they’re on f+ckery with cutlery
don’t tell me what it is, tell me what it’s gonna be
i be in the t, you man have got a cup of it
your gyal said i’m too full of myself
but funnily, half an hour later she were full of me
if her hair’s real then i’m gonna pull on it
and if her face has lip filler, i’ma cum on it
but i look like my dad so much
i stare in the mirror and think my reflection’s gonna leave me
my heart’s all froze, stone cold like steve’s is
bag full of b and it’s looking like cleveland
the other, that’s peter, pure cocaine
your ex man’s a waste, he an’t caught no case
when i blow, before i go to a show i’ll get my beer
make her jam at home, buss down quartz, don’t wait fam
inshallah, i was so high i thought i seen allah
i was so high i thought i seen jesus
paranoid, thinking that i seen a beema
all blacked out like i did a creeper, for pete’s sake
punctual for c on his release date, i need cake
i don’t need mates, i cheat fate
my n+ggas heat flake, now they’re tagging a teammate
cause i’d give all four of my limbs
just to bring my n+gga tyree back home for his kids
your gang talk like they’re the man but i’m actually him
my b+tch’s back’s so big that she looks fat when she’s slim
but see your girl, i take back out of her
man talk sh+t till i back out the ah
fam free all them man till they’re back out
my n+ggas dish crack out, tryna make it out the trap house, bagging out
[chorus]
banging flake, on till late
gun finger pose, you can’t watch this face
my boyo, no he ain’t on no diet
but man wanna try it so you know he gotta watch his weight
that’s banging flake, on till late
trap boy dreams lad, watch this sp+ce
whatever the weather, they got rocks in rain
rock star lifestyle, rocks in chains
that’s banging flake, on till late
gun finger pose, you can’t watch this face
my boyo, no he ain’t on no diet
but man wanna try it so you know he gotta watch his weight
that’s banging flake, on till late
trap boy dreams lad, watch this sp+ce
whatever the weather, they got rocks in rain
rock star lifestyle, rocks in chains

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