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flontay - im good lyrics

[intro]
let me put my shades on
to all the bullsh-t
i don’t see it
i can’t see ha ha

[verse 1]
i jus live in the moment
im so money hungry
i will never sleep, til the money’s on me
they say flon you a b-tch, but look who’s talkinng
where you n-ggas @ yall jus ran from me homie
so stop playing i ain’t on that bullsh-t
you n-ggas got beef then gone & bring that a1 sause
i promise to god that chopper it’s gone have you lost quick
f-cking with me wrong n-gga you gone pay the cost b-tch
im the boss man who sign’s your checks
i can bet your -ss you gone take your last breath
no that’s not a threat im just givin some knowledge
you live & you learn or die & get burned
aye now its my turn to take over the streets
you n-ggas be playing with that lil heat
ima eat your -ss on dis f-cking beat
yeah im just to neat, you n-ggas pip squeaks

[verse 2]
my head in one place, my heart in another
please parting my cousin he ain’t been right all summer
them judges f-cking up his number, d-mn that’s a f-cking bummer
i just brought him a hummer, because we f-cking did it
mrg we f-cking greed yeah we f-cking greed
they telling lies on us, cause we f-cking made it
chatham county on this flow, me & skinz in that benz ho
going 19 years strong so i know can’t nothing gone wrong
yeah 2 years later we went & did later
so f-ck the judge, and the jury, and my po lady
watching tada who thought he had it figured out
februray came, they let big cuz out

[verse 3]
cobb stop playing, i ain’t with your bullsh-t
keep talking sh-t like lauren o my goodness
this is flon world, you is just a stupid b-tch
give me 2 wishes, i wish i wish you would hit me trick
brand new b-tches my b-tches look like alexis brower
2 380’s n-gga do you got a problem swimming in the p-ssy
d-mn i hope i don’t drown, its better to k!ll but i don’t really give a f-ck about it
we just got back to school & sh-t done got real quick
the real flontay flocka this fat n-gga still talking
i ain’t working with a full clip but i still shoot
i jus touchedown so kick the motherf-cking field goal
talking about a p-ssy n-gga, i got your p-ssy n-gga
kidnap your mama f-ck her then throw her back to you n-gga
i know you fake n-gga, so push your brakes n-gga
i’ll take you down like chris brown n-gga
ima grown -ss rone stop playing with me
play hard n-gga & get this -ss whooping
i think you scared p-ssy, h-llo kitty
i just threw an ally-oop to meet griffin
i’ll beat you down you p-ssy n-gga
this a game of chest so play your best
it’s mrg flon & mitri season
i give you the business this an office meeting
my n-gga hungry so mitri eating will i die a 5 star dear ray taylor
n-gga im straight but you a f-ggot
gun on my hit, i’ll bust your lip
uh uh

- flontay lyrics

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