ohrells - flaunting lyrics
all my homies hate you
and she ride, ride, ridin’ on me and she ridin’ on me
and she slidin’ on me
and she cruisin’ wit me
yeah she f+ckin’ ridin’ on me
yeah she gliding on me
yeah she slidin’ on me
yeah, she look at me asking where the diamonds on me
yeah, she want it
looking like i’m flaunting
young n+gga like me always slidin
yeah i’m f+ckin’ stuntin’
yeah i’m rockin’ like it’s f+ckin’ nothing
swing and knock you out like, like you’re f+ckin’ nothin’
call me rocky when i’m talkin’
pull up like i’m spitting’ in this walkiе talkie
but this my phone
ain’t no mic
one of thе greatest ain’t never gonna feel like mike
one of the best like tyson
one of the best like jie+son
one of those n+ggas that gon’ hit it
one of those n+ggas that’s gon’ like it
drivin with no license
stolen car no license
go the whip no license
knock your n+gga out
with the right left tyson
yeah hit you with the right left
come on now cousin imma
leave you where i left
slide through n+gga and there ain’t nothin’ left come on
spray the clip till there was nothin’ left (pew pew)
spray you till there was nothin left someone called the doctor and said
and she ride, ride, ridin’ on me and she ridin’ on me
and she slidin’ on me
and she cruisin’ wit me
yeah she f+ckin’ ridin’ on me
yeah she gliding on me
yeah she slidin’ on me
yeah, she look at me asking where the diamonds on me
yeah, she want it
looking like i’m flaunting
young n+gga like me always slidin
yeah i’m f+ckin’ stuntin’
yeah i’m rockin’ like it’s f+ckin’ nothing
swing and knock you out like, like you’re f+ckin’ nothin’
yeah, tucking in saying available
why she asking? saying i ain’t available? cmon’
calling me looking for you
man where she at looking for the 40
asking me looking for the lean and supreme
looking for the cash yeah she looking for the green
looking for the jeans
looking for the preme
looking for the prada
and she looking for the jeans
yeah balenciaga to the prada to the floor
got the gas with the hammer to the f+ckin’ door
you know what it is n+gga movin’ f+ckin’ dough
movin’ weight n+gga like i’m closing the door cmon’
closing the deal like i just closed the door
closing the deal like i just shut it
closing the deal like i just done closed the door
and she ride, ride, ridin’ on me and she ridin’ on me
and she slidin’ on me
and she cruisin’ wit me
yeah she f+ckin’ ridin’ on me
yeah she gliding on me
yeah she slidin’ on me
yeah, she look at me asking where the diamonds on me
yeah, she want it
looking like i’m flaunting
young n+gga like me always slidin
yeah i’m f+ckin’ stuntin’
yeah i’m rockin’ like it’s f+ckin’ nothing
swing and knock you out like, like you’re f+ckin’ nothin’
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