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scy jimm - detroit flow lyrics

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[intro]
([? 0:00], good looking, my n+gga)
hoo, phew
ayy, hoo
tss, ayy
yeah
she say she f+ck with my detroit flow
ayy, i make that b+tch—
ayy, big+ass glock, i let that b+tch blow
ayy, hold on
i popped a perc’, i ain’t got no feelings
you ain’t got no k!lling
ayy, okay, look
[chorus]
ayy, i popped a perc’, i ain’t got no feelings
i made lil’ shawty drop the top, she ain’t got no ceilings
how the f+ck you up four bodies and got no k!lling?
you n+ggas broke, been broke, we ain’t got no dealings
these n+ggas g+y, y’all cap and get paid to be real
ran out of drugs, fiends trippin’, they paging me still
runnin’ up these racks, i won’t stop ’til i made me a mill’
i’m so real, n+gga switched, i look out for him still

[verse]
ayy, ayy, come and work for us, you unemployed, bro
florida youngin, shorty f+ck with my detroit flow
i don’t even like to carry guns, ain’t got no choice, though
this lil durk gas, it’s so loud, you hear the voice, ho
i don’t write no letters, i skipped a and went to k
all this sh+t on me, n+gga, play and you gon’ lay
ayy, twenties in my pocket, this just what i made today, ayy
i ain’t never been to tampa, catch me coolin’ with ya bae, ayy
rockstar life, yeah, baby, live it up
racks on the floor like we some h++rders, b+tch, pick it up
you gon’ have to k!ll me ‘fore you ever make me give it up
ten toes down, i won’t never let my pivot up
ayy, and this a muhf+ckin’ freestyle
she was a good girl in school, but she a freak now
ayy, yeah, lil’ shawty freaked out
ayy, i’m comin’ like lebron, i bring that heat out
ayy, how you real when you switched up?
them crackers put you in that room, then you b+tched up
money like milwaukee, all my n+ggas, we got big bucks
push up on them with a big stick, this b+tch sit up
[chorus]
ayy, i popped a perc’, i ain’t got no feelings
i made lil’ shawty drop the top, she ain’t got no ceilings
how the f+ck you up four bodies and got no k!lling?
you n+ggas broke, been broke, we ain’t got no dealings
these n+ggas g+y, y’all cap and get paid to be real
ran out of drugs, fiends trippin’, they paging me still
runnin’ up these racks, i won’t stop ’til i made me a mill’
i’m so real, n+gga switched, i look out for him still



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