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d flowers - fell n luv lyrics

[intro]
tryna fall in love with music
i’m tryna fall in love with the music
i want a smaller glove like oj
i just got up and left the hood
i’m tryna fall in love with

[verse]
i’m tryna fall in love with the music
i want a smaller glove like oj
most of my n-ggas shootin’, b-tches boostin’
i just got up and left the hood
i had to go and get the mulah one day
you watch me go from noodles to an entree
i put a couple hoochies on a one way
now i want a couple groupies on the runway
i threw a bunch of doobies in the ashtray
i swoop a couple hooties through the fast lane
i drink a cup of droopy every morning
you smell that marijuana when i yawn
i fly to california every winter
i’m slidin’ through arizona, f-ck a warrant
i got a bag of onions in the trunk
and you can’t smell the pack aroma in the front
i keep that gas on me like a pump
n-gga play, i’ma smash on him like a bump
just keep the piece like a motherf-ckin’ monk
you know i’m on the trees like a motherf-ckin’ trunk
i got a wrap and bag and seal it up
got a heat like who wrote it, unconditional
i’m drinkin’ tropicana while i’m traffickin’ the skunk, yeah yeah yeah yeah
this ain’t no propaganda what i rap, it really was
ask about me, ask about me
i got the chopper on me when i walk up in the club
let ’em try me, sn-tch a body
i’m on the swat like a motherf-ckin’ bug
you know we just grew up in the hood with the cut
you ain’t too tough to get hit with a slug
n-ggas shootin’ slug, knew what it was
i got some family on the phone, b-tch
you can’t get f-cked if you ain’t a foreign b-tch
i put that chopper sling on my arm, b-tch
pull up and pop a n-gga, cold sh-t
i ain’t tryna hear where you was born
no new n-ggas, never drawing
trust 17, the same squad
day ones since uniform
i put that on the numbers on my arm
give it a year, my brothers gon’ be tourin’
my brother bobby, he just had a boy
i gotta hustle for my godson
i set it up, [?] had a fund
i do a couple shows at the club
i keep a baby bottle with the cup
i know your baby mama had to come
i’m like a safety goggle with the straps
i keep the latest models in the cut
you gotta pay me ‘fore i hit the club
these n-ggas know that i don’t give a f-ck
i had to go run that check up
now it’s flooded diamonds from the neck up
lame n-ggas don’t stress us
and a brave n-gga wouldn’t test us
i’m the one picked your b-tch up
i’ll never ever switch up
i don’t change even when i dress up
be that same n-gga when the check come
i don’t blame n-ggas when they diss us
but the same n-ggas better vest up
i keep a chopper on my dresser
don’t you leave your partner on a stretcher
i gotta show ’em why the west up
’cause the pain, you ain’t never felt none
and the rain left flushed, wet up
everything came, i messed up
at a young age, i stepped up
jesus piece, i blessed up
couch weigh-ins used to f-ck my neck up
chains used to f-ck my neck up
real n-ggas gon’ respect us
gang members, throw your sets up
every lame n-gga, put your b-tch up
’cause the same b-tch’ll pull her dress up
young phil, clean the mess up
i put them things in the pick-up
i pour a four in a big cup
if i get out i’m supposed to be stayin’ up
stephen curry, your b-tch what i’m layin’ up
you see d-ck in the post and you blamin’ us
and them k!llers they come out of every cut
you know my n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
i got some b-tches to set you up
i call them k!llers to wet you up
we on that sh-t, ain’t no lettin’ up
i told the b-tch she ain’t rich enough
i told the b-tch she should listen up
i know you broke, you can fix it up
i bought a safe and i filled it up
i showed my bros how to live it up
they run up on you, then give it up
we’ll stick the whole city up
got your b-tch on my d-ck, screamin’ giddy-up
i found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
i found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
i found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
i found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
i found the music and fell in love

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