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heembeezy - floccer lyrics

[intro]
hmm
yeah, aight
hmm

[verse]
b+tch, i need the chip, i’m a five+star flocker
she callin’ me daddy, but she know i’m not a father
smokin’ good cook’, this that fire, betty crocker
we cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
i’ll kick a door before i ever be a doctor
chili bandit, i was up at school crackin’ lockers
never been broke, i hit the road, i had to run it up
hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
christian louboutins, i bleed the scene, i’m finna f+ck ’em up
i just bopped for twenty, b+tch, you know i’m finna double up
them n+ggas can’t f+ck with us, f+ck a sucker, shoot ’em up
i ain’t runnin’ fades, i’m off the juicе, you know i’m sippin’ mud
off the wockeisha, i can feel it in my lungs
if i see the jakеs, i ain’t stoppin’, i’ma run
he don’t shoot sh+t, but spent a thousand on that gun
she mad i’m always in the field, i told her go f+ck with a bum
before i hop inside my feelings, i’ma hop inside a bag
always turned nothin’ into somethin’, so they mad
i send my white boy on a skit, that’s my young n+gga chad
b+tch, my glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
b+tch, do you wanna f+ck? i don’t got time for the foolery
i’ll lose my life before i let ’em touch my jewelry
that n+gga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin’ me
i keep it on me, mama not gon’ cry, she ain’t losin’ me
i know i could work a job, i hit the road, that’s who i choose to be
i’m mixin’ cookie with the bread inside the grabba loose leaf

- heembeezy lyrics

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