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flaco blanco - v for victory lyrics

[verse 1: flaco]
on the edge of the desert, around barstow
i’m at heaven’s gates like bro what’s the passcode
life is bigger than the sh+t up on your smartphone
instagram doesn’t hide the fact that you’re an +rs+hole (private account)
i’m just trying to (uhh) sarah silverman
foot up on your door and then i (uhh), then i kick it in
full fledged narco, i need some ritalin
your words are coming out but i’m not f+cking listening
(rest in peace) r.i.p. minnie riperton
i’m not really sure if it’s a key that i’m singing in
i wake up and get stuck in
expensive things are actually worth nothing
i can’t be +rs+d to breathe right now, i’ma do it later
i was bagging up bread so that i could stack my paper
i’m like lightning mcqueen and you’re more like mater
try and ride my wave, i should call you kelly slater (oi doxy)
[verse 2: valdoxan]
this sh+t ain’t written, the servant of the infinite
beyblade the p+ssy, when i hop in i been ripping it
beheading the beat when i said that i’m k!lling it
i’m filling in for the man who don’t talk much (what?)
what that mean?
hoes pull up to the scene with their coke nose
blowing smoke i’m with the breeze, i’m a homegrown ogb
i ain’t stressing i’ma pull up like a g+o+d
i got h+rns on my head, i got packs in my pants
steady coming for the bands, coming for the cash, aye
raw sh+t, coming from the bottom try and talk sh+t
of course b+tch, you know i’m trying to throw these hands, aye
i got a oxy, tell your hottie she can call me doxy
everybody know i’m on it try and f+cking stop me
riko in my tummy make it rumbly
bad motherf+cker, i’m just trying to be funny (aye what you on flaco?)

[verse 2: flaco & valdoxan]
i want a girl to call me handsome instead of calling me cute
i wake up so many mornings just wondering what to do
i’m in purgatory it’s one h+ll of a view
why the f+ck would i ever wanna look like you
i need like seven digits
a girl to put some kids in listen one way or another i’ma run it up
i’ma put that on my mother, pretty boy, stone cold stunner huh
look me in the eyes when i hit it from the front, yuh
you post boomerangs to your instagram story
you don’t understand me so you just try to ignore me
now my heart’s cold i ain’t pick up when she call me
no more validation for a shorty, so corny
every girl is lesbian
jungle juice got her acting, like a thespian
she love me still cause when i hit you wasn’t faking it
i cut her off, rare energy, not wasting it
[coda: flaco]
sometimes i think about you and realise that i must’ve looked lame
i’m praying to the person upstairs but i don’t know their name
i’m asking them why you all sound the same
and i’ll put my foot all up on your couch b+tch i’m rick james

- flaco blanco lyrics

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