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mun zay – detroit flow lyrics

[chorus]
i just popped two perc thirties, i’m finna die twice
i just scammed two asian n+ggas, call me ray rice
your b+tch fell in love with these diamonds, call em crushed ice
yeah, stupid b+tch i am not nice
find his crib, move in silence, we don’t need crescendo
we gone wipe his face, just like a bib, we tryna catch a stain
these n+ggas some b+tches, they switching sides, they gone die in vain
i get to upping them switches, n+ggas ducking, don’t get yo top l!ckеd
if a n+gga threaten me, hе’s already dead, he should’ve shot sh+t
i hate it when they acting on the net, tryna act like they pop sh+t
little n+gga, big gun, this ain’t a chopstick
best believe when i step up in the function i got the wock b+tch
best believe when i step up in the party i got that sh+t tucked
best believe, these n+ggas sour, lemon squeeze
no aretha, my choppa sing, no jubilee
just know, i let sh+t ring if you shoot at me
i can really air some sh+t out, but where my manners at
these n+ggas talking tough, they bringing apes, where the bananas at
he took a gram for an eighth, d+mn he dumb for that
shorty learning lingo real good, she said how he f+cked for that?
f+ck, i’m geeking off the pills, where my pistol at
i put the wock in freezer, brodie saying you ain’t gone thaw it out
b+tch call my phone, she say i love you, what you talking bout
had to ghost her, leave her in the past, i’m clearing demons out
big gun, forty in the drum so now they running now
they stepping over the b+tches and kids, this what it come to now?
n+gga died in his home, them bullets hit em, ain’t no popping out
[verse]
yeah, hold on, this that yachty flow
my shooters pop out with precision, yours shoot with they eyes closed
money doing loops inside the band, call that bankroll
n+ggas forming charities inside they hands, i’ll call the bank to close
this sh+t bring me back to when i started on that memphis flow
now a n+gga doing detroit beats the sad sh+t was getting old
we gone pop out, bring the mops out, and start wiping floors
if it’s war outside tell yo granny to stay inside, get to closing doors
yeah, we gone knock her wig, just for talking sh+t i’m gone split yo wig
a fruit rollup on my d+ck, b+tch that’s some clever sh+t
the type of sh+t to make me fall in love and go skip a b+tch
hold on, this ain’t a love song
message to my opps, marvin g+ye, let’s come get it on
messages to the dead fam, flying out, i’m catching pan am
can’t have sh+t in detroit, i lost my perc, d+mn
n+ggas talking crazy imma hit em wit the bam bam
i don’t mean denny’s but imma hit em wit the grand slam
b+tches give hickeys on the d+ck, sc trends, tell her bop down
re+spin his block, tell lil bro to bring the car around
ain’t no lion king or disney movie, i keep the scar around
sh+t get to shaking, recoil crazy, move the f+cking ground
all dawgs go to heaven, love my boys, even in the pound
if i get put on wit sh+t, imma scam a n+gga wit a f+cking gun
take the pin out, it’s gone jam, same sh+t wit a drum
only slap that b+tch on a ‘drac is you f+cking dumb
[outro]
this that flow sh+t, yeah, yeah

- mun zay lyrics

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