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boss beezy - no floccin lyrics

[verse: boss beezy]
f-ck n-ggas and f-ck b-tches y’all ain’t do sh-t for me but leave me in da rain
who are you to blame
i don’t kno why n-ggas get mad do me wrong ima do n-ggas da same
and put da sh-t on god i came in wit racks dats da same way ima leave da game
think da sh-t a game
and i like my b-tches like me know how tote a strap and know how to aim
it’s a lot of n-ggas on my street everybody got a heat just in case a f-ck n-gga beef
p-ssy n-gga where you wanna meet running like a track meet freddy krueger in ya dream don’t sleep
you ain’t talkin money n-gga don’t speak
i wanna see 100 thousand dollars every week
p-ssy n-gga scared to go to war cuz he weak
put a bullet thru his motherf-ckin head if he reach
i see showin grams all on instagram
actin like you da man
but my n-ggas goin ham
yea we runnin down i don’t wanna hear sound ima bring 2 straps just in case one jam
take it to da kitchen right now yea brick white now give da bird a bath till it turn tan
f-ck god d-mn shoulda wore gloves in dis b-tch got residue all on my hands
pull up in a vette and i got these n-ggas vex
whoever think dey got next i’m coming at n-ggas necks
i aim even tryna flex but ya main b-tch wanted to have s-x and she came in wit hickies on her neck
walked in wit red bottoms who u tryna impress
she came cuff somthin who u wanna arrest
ima get u together marijuana compressed
every time my uncle call he gottta call me collect
it’s a f-ckin shame dey lockin all of my n-ggas
you can prolly stop one but ain’t stoping all of my n-ggas
whole pound gas i’m coppin it from my dealer
when a n-gga get it off i’m droppin it on a stripper
shawty popped a molly and dropped it all in her liquor
i could bet she feeling good she dying for me to l1ck her
she a bad b-tch i think her name was alyssa
it ain’t nothing to cut her off i’m croppin her out da picture
and a n-gga ain’t real if he can’t look in ya eyes
my daughter she 2 and she look for me to provide
working wit lil scr-ps i had to improvise
i was workin in lil traps to try to stay alive
now in f-ckin on hoes lookin like nicki minaj
when i pull in lambs dey be like gimme a ride
b-tch saw my crib said she can’t wait to get inside
i was thinkin da same b-tch i can’t wait to get inside
real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t
dis some real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t
dis some real n-gga sh-t

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