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fla toot – another n***a state (radio edit) lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, low, we goin’ way, way, way up)

[chorus]
hundred ‘bows, they came in the other day (the other day)
soon as i touched ’em, they was gone in one day (one day)
trap jumpin’ so hard, i keep that weight (i keep that weight)
how i came the plug in another ++++ state? (how i did that?)
my ++++, she love me and she fla (fla)
if+if+if you love me, you’ll get on the interstate (you’ll do that)
stack that check and flex it in they d+mn face (in they d+mn face)
how i came the plug in another ++++ state? (how i did that?)
[verse 1]
++++ doin’ all that snitchin’ like it’s okay
and evеryone sittin’ ’round watchin’ it, rat race
feds bе listening to the music, watch what you say (watch what you say)
my european ++++, she bad, she don’t speak no inglés (no inglés)
we gon’ hustle monday to monday
wrap them chickens up in a bundle
talk that ++++, my jits, they coming
they’ll get the job done by in the morning
beating that ++++, it sound like thunder
++++ don’t want no drama
streets, they hot, ++++, it ain’t summer
(streets, they hot, ++++, it ain’t summer)

[interlude]
fla ++++, ++++, real street ++++
yeah
in another ++++ state, i did that (i been did that)
facts (big facts)
yeah
it’s a takeover
trappers only (trappers only)

[chorus]
hundred ‘bows, they came in the other day (the other day)
soon as i touched ’em, they was gone in one day (one day)
trap jumpin’ so hard, i keep that weight (i keep that weight)
how i came the plug in another ++++ state? (how i did that?)
my ++++, she love me and she fla (fla)
++++, if you love me, you’ll get on the interstate (you’ll do that)
stack that check and flex it in they d+mn face (in they d+mn face)
how i came the plug in another ++++ state? (how i did that?)
[verse 2]
jackers, they be movin’ in the city, they be kickin’ doors
and i know some real k!llers thuggin’, they’ll wipe your nose (swipe, swipe)
yeah, that ++++ sweet, he’ll drop his guard for a ++++
book his ass for a show
get the job done for the low (for the low)
when we pushing blues, stamp them ++++ ’cause they overdose (yeah, they know)
that ++++, he talkin’ ++++, but he won’t talk ++++ no more (no more)
lil’ buddy a ++++, he can’t do no time up that road
catch him slippin’ with his bro, ++++, we gon’ up the score

[interlude]
up the score, ++++, real ++++
we can’t talk too much
know the feds be listening
f+nny bookin’ ++++
yeah, yeah
let’s get it
trap ++++

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