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fl lotto – if you really think about it lyrics

(verse 1)
i wonder how am i gon manage
i’m bleeding out, need a little more than a bandage
i mean, i wanna get my money straight enough to touch my grandkid’s grandkids
i wonder how many hoes know i’ll f-ck em better than they mans is
it’s hard to say
me and my dawgs been working hard, so it’s hard we play
as of today, i’m a starving artist
hearts been hardened from the hardships
so the harshness of the woods is all i’m feeling
soul departed but never leaving
i’m, looking for a reason to stay
if life’s all full of bullsh-t then why not get the pistol and pull sh-t?
we live as sheep and give our wool to the wolves
they pull it over our eyes like it’s cool or we’re fools, sh-t
a little fool’s gold, i’m
sipping on a cup of what future holds
thinking bout what the future holds
and truth be told, my mind is racing but my body moving slow
that’s why i keep a doobie rolled
keep my eyes low, b-mp some fly lo
or some 3 stacks
i never wanna look back at my dreams like i wish i could have these back
i say i’m gonna quit and then i relapse
re cap, re serve, team hat on backwards
roll the backwoods, til i’m black lunged
smoking that good, boy its that funk
n-gg-s talking paint? imma slam dunk
straight vert
no angles, straight kurt
when i put you in that ankle lock
drop you like an anchor off
of the dock
rock spots, i’m like spok, i am so d-mn high that you can not
touch me if you were on a ladder that was on top
of the sp-ce needle
making big moves like i’m max keeble
on my grind, 50-50, no feeble
i just do it for the team tho, i just do it for the team ho
[just remember we are not…]
if you really think about it i’m the muhf-ckin man
if you really talking b-ss, then you know i got bands
if you really think about it, you don’t really want these problems cause you really don’t
really don’t want these hands
if you really think about it

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(verse 2)
i walked up in the party and got this sh-t jumping — isaiah ryder
….or harold minor
i cause a climate change and now a couple g’s sitting behind her
shatter the color of apple cider
smoked out of a gl-ss crafted in china, by three blind men using a rhino horn
rhymes ain’t hard to find unlike a unicorn
due to p-rn, i got a foreign taste in what i do to wh-r-s
i mean you can’t even sleep on me with chloroform
and i can’t sleep either until every award is worn
around my neck, not a skater but i could flip what i got on deck and
never dap me up with your left hand
i wanted some lid so dipped to ya broad’s crib
got up in her house and had her moaning like she haunted
swear to god, yo, these b-tches only want d-ck!
i mean i had her moaning, had her moaning like she haunted
swear to god, yo, these b-tches only want d-ck
and b-tch i got that pressure like a pinched nerve
survival of the fittest, i ain’t talking bout a finch bird
revive em with the writtens, all action like its strict verbs
keep the mac up on him like he coming outta pittsburgh
mixed words, kicks dir-ty, flow purty boy you know that i run these streets
i got six vir-gins looking squirrelly cause they are tryna gets my nuts in they cheeks
and its finna be a thump when we meet
she can feel it in her lungs when i skeet
she just fill it up with rum, let me feel up on her rump
put in my thumb, when she drunk, she a freak
sheesh
if you really think about it i’m the man
if you really talking b-ss, then you know i got bands
if you really think about it, you don’t really want no problems cause you really don’t
really don’t want these hands
if you really think about it

- fl lotto lyrics

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