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flokcavali - thoughts lyrics

i don’t got time for no ho, n+gga
free time i don’t get some
waste time on no ho

that gon fold on you for some ho n+gga
ugly ass boi i’m worried ’bout my paper boi
ain’t a single dead president
that ain’t handsome
you n+ggas decoys
you gon get murked by a gator boi
.57 on me boi you tryna eat some

i don’t got time for no ho, n+gga
show off i kick your door, n+gga
big amounts on my mind
can’t make these money move with some broke n+ggas
ain’t no playtime for me ho
i cook dope then i do dope
all the sh+t i done where my kudos?
ain’t jamming n+gga with no broke
we laughing ho cos you jokes
get off my d+ck before you choke
got your ho gagging that ho gagging
only two hours since we spoke
(we spoke)
i don’t trip ’bout no ho sh+t
for no love that a dopeboi crave
g sh+t when i come thru n+ggas start to dig their own grave
(dig a grave)
oppositions turn groupie?
sh+t the realest n+ggas never do relate
(we never do relate)
patience is gold so i just mine, then i wait
b+tch you wasn’t grinding with us
then getting to this paper
gon’ seem like a piece of cake, it really ain’t
if it was then f+ck a diet, me and the homies overate
(we overate)
you f+cking with my paper then it’s time to catch a case
the duffle bag full? then the dope i keep it in my j’s

i don’t got time for no ho
free time i don’t get some
waste time on no ho
that gon fold on you for some ho
ugly ass boi i’m worried ’bout my paper boi
ain’t a single dead president
that ain’t handsome
you n+ggas decoys
you get murked by a gator boi
.57 on me boi you tryna eat some

throwing up gang signs you ain’t even popping nun’
trick or treat i got a stick up on my sleeve
talking papers, want a stack that never fit my pockets
been slipping, falling slowly man it’s time to get up
n+gga flako cooking up some wave that’s sea long
sh+t depressing to see a brother that ain’t giving real love
1000 fall behind a n+gga, double fell up on my feet
keep a hater finger in my soup
if i ever get poisioned, that boy gon’ feel it too
i still wait for the day that i’m gon’ wake up in a coupe
to see the sh+t i did the night before up on the news
(on the news)

- flokcavali lyrics

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