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cook laflare - never lyrics

aye
aye, aye, aye
aye
you already know man i got hoes on hoes, man
shows on shows, man
this sh-t don’t get old, man, this sh-t just starting
up y’kno what i’m talking bout man pull up, y’kno what i’m saying
hop in, you know…

[chorus]

never been a teachers pet, i’ve always been a rapper (jugg!). poppin’ all these perky’s got me dancin’ with the devil (perky!)
my rollie got water d-mn it’s flooded out the bezels (brrr)
party pack and ecstasy, it look like fruity pebbles (d-mn)
tell me baby, what else are you good at besides suckin’ d-ck
i left my old girl ’cause she was normal, i got bored quick
by the time i’m thirty promise imma make the forbes list
b-tches say i’m ugly but my neck and wrist is gorgeous
[verse 1]
hit it with the fork
back then i was poor, now i’m f-ckin’ wh0r-s
’cause money open doors
so keep your opinions
just like europeans, link phones chingin’
first time i ever met her she was tasting s-m-n (ugh)
i could press the dope until it’s hard as s-m-n
you love that hoe, you loose your bag, the b-tch is leavin’
me and sleepy ran a bag, i’m swiping visa’s
i know you ride your b-tch quit acting like a diva
these hoes’ll call you broke but they the broke’st people (broke b-tch!)
pull up in the yellow foreign, wiz khalifa
smoking ‘cali buds, just like wiz khalifa

[chorus]

[verse 2]
aye, i was poor before
like sh-t i couldn’t afford, now my friends tom ford
we could go to war, lotta choppers on me
30 poppers on me, yea that mop is on me
she wanna f-ck ’cause she see this designer sh-t
n-gga’s talking down to impress a b-tch
i just tell these folk’s my life, they callin’ sh-t a hit
you ain’t a bad b-tch, you just another trick
i’m might cop a foreign and chop off the l1ck
b-tches love a young n-gga sellin’ bricks
pull up with that bag like i’m saint nick
been in love with juggin’ since i hit my first l1ck

[chorus]

[off of “flooded 2” by cook laflare]

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