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flamo - trophy lyrics

[intro: flamo]
we on some sh-t, man
party favors, jk k!lling sh-t
boom, what up n-gga?

[verse 1: flamo]
rap n-gga, trap n-gga, all that sh-t the same
its da g.o.a.t. n-gga, flow n-gga, get up out my lane
i be ballin’, ballin’ on em like lebron bron
how you hating but you not a player, need some pom poms
i don’t trip, ima different breed, ima different vibe
and i still be bumping biggie, and i still be bumping tribe
90’s baby ‘till the grave, holy water in my wave
i just pray my dawgs come home, and my young n-ggas behave
wu-tang, wu-tang, protect ya neck in dis b-tch
you knows dem boys tend to hate when n-ggas flexin’ ‘n sh-t
no coaching, all natural when it come to the pen
i got rap n-ggas, trap n-ggas, f-ckin’ with him
boy its levels to this rap sh-t, lotta yall need to wrap gifts
i don’t think you got a rap gift, tell ya girlfriend i’ll hit her next week
right now a n-gga back stiff, playing ball with my young n-ggas
tryna keep ‘em from 3rd strike, like they dealing with a cy young pitcher

[chorus: flamo & boom man]
young n-gga balling all i need is a trophy (all i need is a trophy)
young n-gga balling all i need is a trophy (and all i need is a trophy)
young n-gga balling all i need is a trophy (all i need is a trophy)
hit her with the dope d, she going ode (she going ode)
young n-gga balling all i need is a trophy (all i need is a trophy)
young n-gga balling all i need is a trophy (and all i need is a trophy)
young n-gga balling all i need is a trophy (all i need is a trophy)
hit her with the dope d, she going ode (she going ode)

[verse 2 boom man
they be like hey, who are you, just the hardest n-gga in the booth
all these rappers be telling lies, i just came to tell the truth
flamo like a blood brother, sometime i think he pyro
but the way n-gga cripple these songs sh-t he might be down with snoop
i don’t waste time, even my old watches i still rock ‘em like it’s new
it seems like everybody trying to fix you but can’t provide the tools
and when you the hottest n-gga in the city, it’s kind of hard to play it cool
man this rap sh-t is like yu-gi-oh!, i’m always up for a duel
yea, yea, i got stripes like a zebra, let’s be frank like aretha
yea, yea f-ck yo b-tch in adidas, rolling up h-lla reefer
yea, yea, boom man in your speakers, didn’t know he spit ether
yea, yea, drop a tape with no features, just to show i don’t need ya
yea, yea, westside ‘till i die, scream it out like 2pac
pulling up with no top, remind me of a little thot
g double e is some gangsters, wouldn’t want to be an opp
hit her -ss with that dope d, now she apart of the flock

- flamo lyrics

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