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chris cartier - the flame lyrics

we them n-gg-s
you know it, your b-tch know it, your grandma know it
look around, all i see is my n-gg-s and me
look around, all i see is my n-gg-s and me

ever since a teen i been dreaming ’bout the cream, wu tang in this motherf-cker
m 16, 16s, don’t let that b-tch bang in this motherf-cker
you can’t hang with this motherf-cker, we too trill, dope fangs in this motherf-cker
you out dang in this motherf-cker, ball so hard, godd-mn in this motherf-cker
espn, i took her out to eat, she said, ‘let’s be friends’
i said, ‘f-ck that, i’m tryna f-ck that, b-tch, you gonna give me head inside the benz’
made me run a red light, let’s make a move b-tch, all night
shyamalan star me and you, we can track a gamble with your friend dice
if she’s ready then i’m with it, man, that’s cool
i kill that p-ssy, put that sh-t inside a tomb, map and tuck
it’s just us, mary running out of room, life is chess, not checkers, p-ssy n-gg-, make your move

i got that flame
middle finger to the ones on my d-ck, you dump your swag chick off my chain
i got that flame
rep that east side till we die, y’all motherf-ckers know our name
we got that flame
i’m bad about it, money, i count it and every single night i pray
i got that flame
i got that flame

gold-getter, gold-runner, blow cheddar, flow better
being your top 5, boy, it don’t matter
either way with snow i’m bringing ether flow
i don’t mean to boast but y’all squeakers low
in my eyes y’all seen before, and see gust though i just might bust foe
’cause the game go diamonds and ropes
ever since a youngling i just wanted to ball
i gave up all that because i wasn’t that tall
but now i’m so tall y’all just out at my b-lls
and we gonna need a lil’ something when we fled the crowds
west dome, some sierra leone, i flow like mary and jones
’cause i run the truck, don’t be mad at me, bro
you should be happy’
smashing these hoes, the fashion is vogue
the pyrax here, version will blow
and you n-gg-s ain’t know, it’s like 4 in the morning and we blowing the joe
man, we acting tough, there ain’t nowhere to go

- chris cartier lyrics

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