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funkmaster flex – hitta lyrics

[intro: funk flex]
let’s go

[verse: bobby shmurda]
i go hard in that paint, n+gga
do you stink, n+gga?
f+ck you n+ggas think, n+gga
sh+t, b+tch, i’m gang, n+gga
big wolf+pack, we ain’t, n+gga
ate this tray, n+gga
i don’t even aim, n+gga
hashed his brains, n+gga
left in on the paint, n+gga
f+ck this flame, n+gga
ask my brother fame, n+gga
blow that thing, b+tch, since i was thirteen, n+gga
f+ck you think, these motherf+ckers put me in chains, n+gga?
’cause i’m wildin’, a motherf+ckin’ b+tch+n+gga
ask a snitch+n+gga, how i’ma take out hits, n+gga?
grr, clips at the clips, you know i’m dumpin’ off
it’s .30 on the glock, you know it’s guns involved
it’s .30 on the hood, you know it’s drac’s involved
funny b+tches running away, n+gga, sloppy vault
bunch of ice on my neck, you know, the f+ck you think?
runnin’ ’round with five+hunnid and a f+cking tec
i shot a n+gga last week, on gang, b+tch
they gon’ want to put a n+gga up on chains, b+tch
you know i’m ’bout my motherf+ckin’ paper, what’s up?
.20 got me, homie, and the .30 got you f+cking caught
i don’t even like to play games, n+gga
that’s why i came home and bought a cavе, n+gga
i’m choppin’ b+tches down every day, n+gga
had him flossеd up first day, on the plane, n+gga
icy, like the motherf+cking a, n+gga
i look like i came up off the a, n+gga, woo
but, i ain’t f+cking gucci mane, n+gga
big cripped up, with a motherf+cking bang, n+gga
yeah, i like to stand on top a motherf+cking n+gga
yeah, i’m young and i ++++ like, “what’s poppin’, n+gga?”
ha, buy a motherf+cking popper, n+gga
ha, i’ma motherf+ckin’ pop a n+gga
ask my motherf+ckin’ mobber, n+gga
shot a bunch of n+ggas, bruh, what the f+ck you claim, n+gga?
she say, “get out with your motherf+cking sneaks, n+gga”
she say, “get out with your motherf+cking crip n+ggas”
ooh, why you know it’s lit, n+gga?
i came home in your b+tch, n+gga, rich n+gga
look, n+gga, b+tch+n+gga
yeah, i’m in the spot with a stick, n+gga, brr
hop out my mama name
shot a n+gga, left him dead, on my mama, gang
this n+gga crazy, boy, i’m on my mama chains
and my neck, you too, and my brother’s clue
what the f+ck you do? i used to move to doobs
i’m talking s+xy ghost, n+gga, every f+cking weekend, i rob him through
go ask—
[outro: funk flex]
you know what it is
funk flex, bobby shmurda, we here, we hot
and on that note, f+ck you

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