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fl sauced - reload lyrics

[intro: lil’ cuban]
i do not care what they’re all gonna say
i’m still gonna show up and flex anyway
i see your girl and then get out my way
you gonna start cryin’ get her back the next day

[intro: stephen]
ayy lil’ cuban i see you on this beat
mi migo bueno
wait, blur’s on this too?

[verse 1: lil’ cuban]
look at me i get the money
i get the bag and then i start running
i use the ads when i start gunning
i’m gonna pull up and start runnin’ gunnin’
look at my wrist
i have the drip
ain’t robbin no bank
man, i keep it rich
my drip on my wrist it be real
i am not rappin’
i am reading a book its a spiel
i do not care what they’re all gonna say
i’m still gonna show up and flex anyway
i see your girl and then get out my way
you gonna start cryin’ get her back the next day
listen to me i am not trappin’
i’m on the beat and you know that i’m rappin’
when i talk there is no cappin’
i get off the stage and everyone clappin’
woah, stop, drop
yo’ girl she like me a lot
she ask for my phone and get dropped
look at my neck he got rocks
look in the back of the yacht on the dock
i get the money all around the clock
i pull up on the block
and you know he’ll make you drop
got the security, ask you to stop
get out my way before you get popped a

[verse 2: fivesixone]
five on the beat
and you know its all clean
b-tch i made three racks
i’m a money fiend
no free beats all 20-nineteen
that boy christian
yeah he’s green
i pull up in a jag
hm, no ford focus
i swear these b-tches ain’t know this
i ain’t popped molly yet man that shit is bogus
i am devoted, i be like moses
huh?
all of my diamonds, they black
two b-tches all in the back and five i just be on the attack
your b-tch livin’ and shaggin’ she ain’t comin’ back
yeah i just never be cappin’
20-nineteen i be rappin’
all these boys in south florida they be just actin’
when it come to cuban you know i’m p-ssin

[verse 3: yungblur]
k!ll the beat like its my enemy
ain’t gettin’ felonies
they also askin’ me, “what is your remedy?”
i cook on beats like thai food, heres my recipe
calculate words make them work to the melody
this ain’t no chemistry
but i’m in the lab, like i’m morty
shawty cute and shes 40
i run on the track like i’m dashin’ this 40
i match with this beat like i’m horny
hold up, what’s that?
i bought a crib with my racks
my sk!lls are greater than max
ain’t no opinion, just facts
it’s a slam dunk call me shaq’
so many trophies and plaques
g-o to the a-t
i am winnin’ and they hate to see
might as well call me brady
talk, talk, talk, talk
these haters writin’ on my flow
stop it reverse it then go
when i just peep, pull out both
ak and auto, i gotta reload
get out my zone
get off my phone
i gotta reload

[verse 4: shelovesjett]
bank account look like a phone number
i been gettin’ money gettin’ player like the whole summer
actin’ like a thug but you still listen to mo bamba
you say you got raps but you still rappin’ in a honda
fivesixone at the top and you know dat
lil’ cuban lil’ gan thats a throwback
4.0 gpa and you know i show that
get the bar, get the ball
and you know i throw that
little man looks like a cheeto
chillin’ with a spanish girl, oh, despacito
fivesixone know i had to hop on the beat though
ayy she said my water like voss
ayy my teeth white, always gon’ floss
i got the drip, you know i got sauce
spent three bands at gucci, b-tch
you just spent 3 dollars at ross
yuh

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