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daboii - flamin' hot lyrics

[intro: young slo+be]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
ha, ha (it’s the gang)

[chorus: young slo+be]
i got a flame (ah), it’s comin’ from the pole
n+ggas always talkin’ cash sh+t when they really poor (n+ggas broke)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n+gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah+ah+ah, why you got the strap?
look, b+tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back?
ooh+wee, she tryna f+ck, f+ck

[verse 1: young slo+be]
i ain’t goofy, b+tch, do i look like a duck+duck?
no bap, i see a sucker, i just up+up
all my n+ggas’ cases hot, free the thugs, thugs
psh, they some real spitters (one, n+gga)

[chorus: young slo+be]
i got a flame, it’s comin’ from the pole (i got one)
n+ggas always talkin’ cash sh+t when they really poor (broke n+gga)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n+gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah+ah+ah, why you got thе strap? (at all, n+gga)
look, b+tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back? (my number, b+tch)
psh, ooh+wee, she tryna f+ck, f+ck
[verse 2: daboii]
yeah, and you bеtter put your b+tch up on a leash, she tryna f+ck, f+ck
bad+ass b+tch at the crib, i don’t f+ck sl+ts
b+tch, leave that nabby sh+t here, yeah, touch it
yeah, b+tch, if i let you in the crib, but not touch nothin’
yeah, i’ll quarterback the whole place, n+gga, hut+hut
yeah, grip potato on the barrel, b+tch go putt+putt
yeah, tired of all these rap n+ggas, they my sons+sons
b+tch ask me if i really love her, i’m like, “nuh+uh”
yeah, you got the lil’ chain took, that must suck, thug
big glock hangin’ out the, uh, these ain’t nunchucks
skinny+ass b+tch, talkin’ ’bout she want her b+tt done
yeah, i just whip it out, she just get to suckin’, i don’t b+tt rub
so many straps in the crib, don’t know what’s what
b+tch keep callin’, talk crazy, shut the f+ck up
me put some trust in a b+tch? i ain’t no dumb+dumb
yeah, and when we slide with them, you better run, punk (gang)

[chorus: young slo+be]
i got a flame (ah), it’s comin’ from the pole (i got one)
n+ggas always talkin’ cash sh+t when they really poor (broke n+gga)
you drove two hours for nothin’, tryna see the ho
look, n+gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
look, cudi, you ain’t ah+ah+ah, why you got the strap? (at all, n+gga)
look, b+tch, you ain’t handin’ nothin’, why you call back? (my number, b+tch)
psh, ooh+wee, she tryna f+ck, f+ck

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