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flamma - bones lyrics

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these people walk ‘round with no backbone
hit dude in the neck it gon’ come out his cheekbone
i take his head off he had to put it back on
catch me a body roll up with the strong

i pour straight up drop for my drop zone
hit his block up he ain’t feel safe at home
these fufu scared cause i post by my lone
matumbo on me leave ‘em pr+ne

i shoot a young man right out of his clothes
uh, hit up his torso leave five to ten holes
i put dude down in the ground like a mole

step in the cut like it’s murder she wrote
taliban with that ak pistol, the draico
step on your block and i give you dismissal
i point the choppa hit you in your nipple

f+ck with trey folks and i d+mn might k!ll you
ride with them masked men that’ll drill you
feelin’ empty this ak pistol fill you
i’m feelin’ famished, make meals of your tissue

i slang some yay at the playground
me and the block we go way back
i was there when they shot up the playground
you ain’t my brother you a d+mn hangaround

(sick of these fufu) he can not be trusted
he’ll turn to a rat
i close my eyes and
i see blood from my past

my brother he locked up
won’t see him again
when he get out
i might just be dead

forty shot
i put it up to your head
i got a kink
for the slugs and the lead

these people walk ‘round with no backbone
hit dude in the neck it gon’ come out his cheekbone
i take his head off he had to put it back on
catch me a body roll it up with the strong

i pour straight up drop for my drop zone
hit his block up he ain’t feel safe at home
these fufu scared cause i post by my lone
matumbo on me leave ‘em pr+ne

i shoot a young man right out of his clothes
uh, hit up his torso leave five to ten holes
i put dude down in the ground like a mole

step in the cut like it’s murder she wrote
taliban with that ak pistol, the draico
step on your block and i give you dismissal
i point the choppa hit you in your nipple

these people switchin’
they gon’ lie on they man for a check
fifty up in that drum
if you run i’ma rip up your back

he post on his porch
get attacked
i post at my opp porch
like i’m tryna get wacked

these people lyin’
they take you in for a hug
and get cuttin’
i gotta keep sides with my brother

water it’s cascading off me
i feel like a fountain
i ain’t gotta cap
cause these p+ssy be countless

bountiful clip
irrigate on my d+ck
irrigate on my d+ck, sh+t

- flamma lyrics

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