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flee lord - ten from this clip lyrics

(flee lord)
hand me my flowers….. yea..
lord lord!
started off a free lunch now we get the piece dump (dump)
you was quiet in the trenches n+gga wouldn’t sneeze once
creepin with the rubber grip speakin on some other sh+t my belly full we just eatin…. for the f+ck of it
sliding like a van door ridin while your mans walk mad raw hit ya with behind the back and hand off (hold that down!)
went from p+ssy matress flipping now we whippin out the kitchen lord i bought a blikky my n+ggy (brrtbrrt) i was different
now i push an x6 man i never stress sh+t set trip we gonna leave your body by the exit (got em!)
sippin apple juice and rum smokin master kush and runtz got the b+tton in my hand i only have to push it once (push it once!)
bar lords hardcore we be in the yard more if you ain’t gon spit it? (brrt) what the f+ck you bring the rod for. (f+ck outta here)
moving weight fool you see through like a sewer gate
doing dates all over the road i could be doing eight facts! huh? yea i said we doing dates bro i could be doing eight

(hook)
i does it for the public and the bros on the strip the bros on the strip
i said my waist a 42 and its a 10 on my hip (boom boom!) when its a 10 on my hip (brrt brrt)
if my pride getting swallowed then your ride getting hollowed (boom) catch 10 from this clip (brrrt brrrt)
if my pride getting swallowed then your ride getting hollows catch ten from this clip clip clip (brrrrrrrrt)

(flee lord)
back in the session big black smith n wesson better hold on with your life to this cash when you catch it
play under the sun work under the moon gloves under my thumbs dirt under the broom
cup of white henny in a cup with my semi when the slabs get on the counter i’m the butcher like benny (what up bro!!)
wicked with the wordplay twistin up my third strain got it on the weekend i can finish it by thursday
lord lord music you can lord walk to it boy don’t make me pull up snappin in that four door buick (skrrrt!!)
shots flying everywhere cops dying every year quarter stick of dynamite drying out in the air (boom boom!)
six kay for a verse but i do it for five nine in the studio with the goons with food and fine wine (lets break bread!)
choppers pre rolled while the mobsters meet hoes if police catch a sweep better keep your t++th closed, i be partying with traffickers authorities be after us step inside the booth dude? pfft its a massacre
top dog status n+ggas pop off adders man i got so much blow even cops want packages huh, this sh+t like the old days man..
man i got so much… even cops want packages
(hook/outro)
i does it for the public and the bros on the strip, the bros on the strip (on the what??)
i said my waist a 42 and its a 10 on my hip (brrt brrt brrt) when its a 10 on my hip (boom boom!)
if my pride getting swallowed then your ride getting hollowed (skkkrt!) catch 10 from this clip (brrtbrrt!)
if my pride getting swallowed then your ride getting hollows (wo boom!) catch ten from this clip clip clip…

- flee lord lyrics

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