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pistol p3te - flow god lyrics

[flow god]

[verse1]
i got that wiggity flippity zippity flow
bouta blow and sell out of a show
and i gotta get out of this hole
and get a rolly
so i can tell you the time
make some racks and spittin my rhymes
cause i know you know im flyin
im the guy and i get it i cry to much
i get it i might wanna die to much
but i dont wanna kinda won’t sign a f-ckin record deal
if i diss you f-ckers you might not heal
so stay outa my feild
mothaf-cka i keep it real
and i got this feelin
like this ain’t gone end well
so farewell
to yall if you think you can top me
ill have you cryin to your mommy
well im sorry buddy but im yo daddy now

[verse 2]
im about as trippy as a hippy
ill leave her limping
im flippin winning this mission im on
and ima get my inning
so i can continue sinning
not signing
i can’t sign but i can rhyme em
im flyin through the haters
at a top speed of a thousand million gagillion miles per hour
your f-ckin g-y like a flower
ill let my winnings tower
and devour you
cause my rhyme styles impecable
and these beats are f-ckin delectable
my lyrics are disectable
and my flow is f-ckin hand picked
never had to hit a l!ck
i got the sickest sh-t
so suck my d-ck
im handin out presents to all these f-ckin kids
like im ol saint nick
now lets start the banger sh-t

[verse3]
i keep it litty
150
yall sh-t is sh-tty
lil itty bitty t-tty
kitty sucka
stupid f-ckin hoe dumper
i leave a lump on your bumper
im a serial offender in this game
like honey bunches of oats
and yes that is what i just wrote
my sh-ts so cold i think i need a coat
ill never elope
cause i have bad luck
oh f-ck
i think im drunk off power
youll f-ckin cower in the shower

[verse4]
im rappin like my mouth is on fire
hotta then a fire fighter
when im on it
ill k!ll sh-t till im gone and
i can’t not destroy little boy toys like you
and you too
all my songs stick like some f-ckin super glue
im super new
so no wonder i haven’t blew
but ima get bigga when put up my middle finga up to the world
man this sh-ts a f-ckin zinga
d-mn!

[outro]
i got no back bone
so when i attach those words to the beat and rap hoe
you betta listen
cause i can neva stop fishin for new ideas
god d-mn
see ya
wouldn’t wanna be ya

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