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luh tyler – luh tyler flow (freestyle) lyrics

[verse]
they ain’t throw yo boy no bands i had to run my own up
you ain’t talkin’ bout no bag i won’t even pick the phone up
yea this lil b+tch love the kid but i don’t even want her
young n+gga kid this sh+t to real i ain’t even write this song up
i been breakin’ b+tches hearts my n+ggas in here chromed up
got yo b+tch down on her knees she in here givin’ dome up
n+gga you got lil boy pape but all my pockets grown up
and my wrist the frozest, and my b+tch the coldest
i don’t even got to say that i’m the goat these n+ggas know this
all these n+ggas keep on tryna steal my swag they takin’ notes and sh+t
i just jumped up on this beat and snapped the kid ain’t even wrote this sh+t
reach in my pocket and pull out a stack now yo b+tch givin’ throat and sh+t
you get money and yo own n+ggas switchin’ on you, that’s just how it is
all these n+ggas be my sons they actin’ out i don’t got time for kids
if that b+tch a baddy with a fatty then i might just hit
she just ate me up and the whole gang just told me ice her wrist
f+ck nah, all my n+ggas up, nah
100s in my pocket this sh+ts older than yo grandpa
baby you can look but please don’t take pics, keep yo hand off
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it’s like (fff) lay that fan off
this lil b+tch a fan now
this b+tch gon walk straight into my room and rip her pants off
get a rapper b+tch just for the night she tryna stay now
if they try some, have to show my bro gon give them stage frights
lil n+gga we get bands for these shows
f+ckin’ fans with the bros
ice on my head sh+t’s so cold, we ain’t going broke no more
he cuffed a hoe he broke the code
young n+gga dripped out heat to toe
i can’t be lovin’ on these hoes, but i love this money tho
this lil n+gga broke as a joke, boy you funny bro
in the stu all night ain’t leavin’ till it’s sunny hoe
i just did a show i need my 100s n+gga run me tho
how the f+ck did you go broke lil boy where did yo money go? (on gang)
how the f+ck i’m sh+ttin’ on these kids i ain’t even tryin’ to
my bro keep pourin’ green all in his cup yea he a slimy dude
go and hit the road and run it up, is that a time or two?
man i got two bad b+tches tryna f+ck i don’t know what to do
i ain’t even stealin’ n+ggas swag gon leave that up to you
come get yo b+tch this lil hoe actin’ lame she prolly fond of you
man these n+ggas don’t know how to play the game man, i guess i gotta teach em
youngest finna go hit johnny dang that’s what that money do
just look at my chain that’s what that money do
them 20s, 50s, and a f+ckin’ 100s what i’m runnin’ through
why all these n+ggas speakin’ on the kid y’all don’y got none to do
i go so many bad b+tches on my d+ck i don’t know who to choose
remember they was sleepin’ on the kid, lil b+tch you snooze you loose
i’m tryna find a way straight to the blues i’m lookin for the clues
on gang man, you n+ggas needa stop chasin’ these hoes and start chasin’ a bag
yo b+tch prolly in a honda my b+tch in a coupe
[refrain]
they ain’t throw yo boy no bands i had to run my own up
you ain’t talkin’ bout no bag i won’t even pick the phone up
yea this lil b+tch love the kid but i don’t even want her
young n+gga kid this sh+t to real i ain’t even write this song up
i been breakin’ b+tches hearts my n+ggas in here chromed up
got yo b+tch down on her knees she in here givin’ dome up
n+gga you got lil boy pape but all my pockets grown up
and my wrist the frozest, and my b+tch the coldest

- luh tyler lyrics

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