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ralan styles – dahmer flow lyrics

[intro]
(is that jake and jared?) yeah
she call me daddy but i’m not her father
i’m the k!ller, n+gga, feel like i’m dahmer

[verse 1]
d+mn, d+mn
k!ll a n+gga like i’m jeffery
uh, yeah, huh, i got the sauce in the recipe
yeah, yeah, uh, she’s after d like the letter e
i’m on the street with the motherf+ckin’ big birds, my n+gga, no sesame
yeah, uh, yeah
she suck my d+ck then she gets to throwing up, uh
yeah, uh, yeah
flexin’ wit’ a mothеrf+ckin’ gun, won’t hold it up
yeah, yeah, uh
codeinе in my cup, i’ma pour it up
yeah, yeah
like a elevator, my n+ggas going up, uh
[verse 2]
johnny test, uh
my n+gga, your dawgs is dookie
she suck my d+ck like a motherf+ckin’ smoothie
shots in the clips, i’m not talking a movie
yeah, yeah
my n+gga, i don’t mean a movie, uh
i f+cked yo b+tch, she a groupie, heh
heh, she cannot lose me, d+mn
she think i’m cheatin’ but that b+tch, she don’t got no proof, ay
diamonds on me, they be blue, hey
she tryna f+ck on the crew, yay
hop in that motherf+ckin’ coupe
we take down the roof
then my n+ggas, we shoot
he don’t want beef, that boy, he want a truce
b+tch, i’m the goat but this sh+t is not new

[verse 3]
two twin glocks, bet it give a n+gga dimples
if a n+gga run up on me
swear to god, it’ll be simple
and she laughing like a riddle
and she tickle on my pickle
and the ice on up my neck, man, it feels like a sickle
n+ggas be laughing like riddle, uh
eat on my d+ck, skittles, ooh
my n+ggas, we found him, i’m not talking malcom
my n+ggas, we shoot in the middle, ooh
got a lot of fans up
got a lot of bands up
told a p+ssy n+gga, pick his mans up, yeah
show in the north
got a show in atlanta
countin’ all the money that i ran up, uh
effortlessly, i just be switching flows, eh, yeah
but i don’t switch bros, ayy
how i be switching my flows, eh, yeah
we on a roll
hold on
gotta f+ck with my clothes on, uh
she gon suck me with her clothes on, uh
diamonds on me like frozone
pull up on a n+gga with a pole though
all of these n+ggas be snitchin’, they talk to the motherf+ckin’ police yeah
i do not f+ck with these n+ggas, they hating, but n+ggas don’t know me, yeah, huh
she suck my d+ck in motherf+ckin’ back of the whip
i done pulled up with that motherf+ckin’ gun and it’s all on my hip, then we shoot, then we dip
gun on her lip
b+tch i blew up like a crip
get off my d+ck, she gon flip
henny it’s all in my motherf+ckin’ cup, uh+huh
i’m ’bout to go take a sip

- ralan styles lyrics

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