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kou$ha - f l u lyrics

[intro]
flu game like i’m 2 3 pass the rock

[verse 1]
overdose
under hoes
write a song and
smoking potent, got me coughing even choking
on a cliff with a rope, never falling
p+ssy good wet like ocean, got me rowing
i been swimming in that p+ssy like a boat (likе a boat)
yeah, she cold like thе winter i’m the coat (i’m the coat)
i got bread why they asking for the loaf (loaf)
gucci loafers on my feet when they cold (cold)
we be on that demon time
hit him with the 9 gotta keep that b+tch aside yeah
swimming in the fire
i don’t like the sirens if they come up we be running
if they ask us what we doing you know we be f+cking lying
i don’t like it when they lurking asking 100 questions
imma pull up hit em with the f+cking smith & wesson
now you leaking on the ground, i took your dawgs to the pound
no one is around, on the ground
[chorus]
flu game like i’m 2 3 pass the rock
whole gang in that whoopty got the glock
coupe gang, almani squad let me put you on
i’m the mother f+cking don call me corleone
suit case full of jim carrey count it up
black top with the bat doors rolling up
kick gang like i’m bruce wayne f+ck the ops
lurking round the corners tryna f+cking cuff us up

[verse 2]
you know what we on, i don’t wanna stay long
when i make it to the top, never forget where i’m from
way back to the gutter, fore’ i ever made a song
one imma be flipping f+cking plaques on my wall
she always tryna kick it with the gang
i don’t even know her f+cking name
imma call that b+tch loose change
hanging round my pocket begging for a grain
blowing like propane
she be all up on me, i don’t know her name
f+ck once don’t call again
playing by the rules, this your f+cking game
f+ck, we don’t give a f+ck
codeine in my cup, she gon hold it down
we gon drink it up, we gon drink it up
salt in the cut, smokin indica
she got white on her lips
she been telling me white lies
she put the devil on my face
she got love dripping from her thighs
pass the rock
got the glock
lemme put you on
flu game like i’m 2 3 pass the rock

[chorus]
flu game like i’m 2 3 pass the rock
whole gang in that whoopty got the glock
coupe gang, almani squad let me put you on
i’m the mother f+cking don call me corleone
suit case full of jim carrey count it up
black top with the bat doors rolling up
kick gang like i’m bruce wayne f+ck the ops
lurking round the corners tryna f+cking cuff us up
flu game like i’m 2 3 pass the rock
whole gang in that whoopty got the glock
coupe gang, almani squad let me put you on
i’m the mother f+cking don call me corleone
suit case full of jim carrey count it up
black top with the bat doors rolling up
kick gang like i’m bruce wayne f+ck the ops
lurking round the corners tryna f+cking cuff us up

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