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blue november & zae the philosopher – flu to me lyrics

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[chorus: zae the philosopher]
yo!
holy moly i bet all them n+ggas know me (n+ggas know me)
i’m a og riding ’round bumping oldies
in a whip stupid dripped smoking cigs with a b+tch
that’s probably a witch burn the wick (burn the wick)
never fall for sephora
i been had juice since a youth
what it look like a n+gga gon’ do to me?
ain’t new to me
sick flow flu to me, flu to me, flu to me
holy moly i bet all them n+ggas know me (n+ggas know me)
i’m a og riding ’round bumping oldies
in a whip stupid dripped smoking cigs with a b+tch
that’s probably a witch burn the wick (burn the wick)
never fall for sephora
i been had juice since a youth
what it look like a n+gga gon’ do to me? (do to me, do to me, do to me)
ain’t new to me
sick flow flu to me, flu to me, flu to me

[verse 1: blue november]
seen me at the show you can’t ignore me (can’t ignore me)
i don’t even know you and you owe me (and you owe me)
i’m a deity with a shogun (with a shogun)
i don’t really dabble with the omens (with the omens)
three fingers on the cl+t like logan
feels so good got her mouth straight foaming (foaming)
rejecting calls ’cause i’m roaming
you a bunch of little n+ggas like kony (kony)
why you flexing with a f+g lay it on me
like you a b+tch and you just fade away
y’all hate us for the latest
y’all degrading n+ggas with your trash, aye
got some cash and went to switch the bag, aye
gripped the brick and not the power way
stretch it and freaking it
you can do anything: flip it or smoke it
the coke look like coconut, focus i open up
f+ck around and let you inside my thoughts
f+ck around and see the end of it all
i am such a fiend i’m loving the dark
you are not emo my n+gga you soft
a bunch of these b+tches is claiming they dogs
i don’t care at all
i’ll turn you to dolls with voodoo and all
better not give me a reason to call
[verse 2: zae the philosopher]
why the f+ck would i care about your problems?
smoke green flying around like a goblin
smoke bats man, post in gotham
act up then i have to rob ’em
kick sh+t like i’m soccer ballin’
too busy ’cause the racks been calling
i ain’t kidding with the rapping darling
got four more like you crawling
straight whiskey off the jack get back
appreciate me get the hack, get back
i’m a king of ‘methazine, lean
locked up in my head free me
deity with the set i need a reason to be
i don’t smoke no gars stuff the weed in a leaf
i get crazy when the cup filled right
these sucka n+ggas ain’t built right
somebody just don’t feel right
smoking cigs been up all night
can’t sleep, can’t eat, just think
no tears, blank stares just blink
if that’s your b+tch then i might wink
watch the problems dry away in the ink
where you stay, where you from, where you repping?
looking mad, sucka n+gga get to stepping
[chorus: zae the philosopher]
holy moly i bet all them n+ggas know me (n+ggas know me)
i’m a og riding ’round bumping oldies
in a whip stupid dripped smoking cigs with a b+tch
that’s probably a witch burn the wick (burn the wick)
never fall for sephora
i been had juice since a youth
what it look like a n+gga gon’ do to me?
ain’t new to me
sick flow flu to me, flu to me, flu to me
holy moly i bet all them n+ggas know me (n+ggas know me)
i’m a og riding ’round bumping oldies
in a whip stupid dripped smoking cigs with a b+tch
that’s probably a witch burn the wick (burn the wick)
never fall for sephora
i been had juice since a youth
what it look like a n+gga gon’ do to me? (do to me, do to me, do to me)
ain’t new to me
sick flow flu to me, flu to me, flu to me



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