fase yoda – flawless lyrics
[chorus]
flawless
back in the slums still serving plates
lawless
we take his top off broad day
life lit, we livin’ like gta
smoking on backwoods in the bando, f+ck a back door
so swerve in the motherf+cking honda
young n+gga spending a check
feeling like young don dada, no, i can’t settle for less
i took the jet out from la to london
sky high private s+x
stacking money as tall as a mountain
flooded the petty patek, no
[verse 1]
spending it up got me mad hoe, got me hot as a b+tch like diablo come with the money if you wanna talk, i gotta pop me a tag hoe they wonder how you keep winnin’, well baby, i don’t got a limit, ouh, yea
sorry, i don’t got a minute, been working to spending a milli, ouh, yea
noh, dee dee ahh
fill up the fill of my pocket, uh
light up the night got the socket
put a million in the floorboard, you can say i joined the illuminate
he a villain like a warlord, i’m a demon in a human body
[chorus]
flawless
back in the slums still serving plates
lawless
we take his top off broad day
life lit, we livin’ like gta
smoking on backwoods in the bando, f+ck a back door
so swerve in the motherf+cking honda
young n+gga spending a check
feeling like young don dada, no, i can’t settle for less
i took the jet out from la to london
sky high private s+x
stacking money as tall as a mountain
flooded the petty patek, no
[verse 2]
pickin’ up money, mo’ hunnids live like gta
smokin’ on reefer like god
poppin’ the champagne broad day
ridin’ the limousine, with a cup of lean, i don’t feel my heart rate
poppin’ another bean, i’m a live fein, livin’ like it’s yo’ last day
oh, this sh+t not easy, gettin’ too busy to meet you, i’ll see you later
all that talk you dreamin’, you gotta put in the meanin’, turn it to paper
1,2,3 i beat it, i’ma show you how to clean it, feelin’ amazing
all this sh+t get easy, coming from out of the region, one of the greatest
spending it up got me mad hoe, got me hot as a b+tch like diablo come with the money if you wanna talk, i gotta pop me a tag hoe they wonder how you keep winnin’, well baby, i don’t got a limit, ouh, yea
sorry, i don’t got a minute, been working to spending a milli, ouh, yea
[chorus]
flawless
back in the slums still serving plates
lawless
we take his top off broad day
life lit, we livin’ like gta
smoking on backwoods in the bando, f+ck a back door
so swerve in the motherf+cking honda
young n+gga spending a check
feeling like young don dada, no, i can’t settle for less
i took the jet out from la to london
sky high private s+x
stacking money as tall as a mountain
flooded the petty patek, no
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