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speak - the silver flask lyrics

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[intro]
don’t forget the
kellogg, yeah
don’t forget the
kellogg
don’t you wanna? (don’t you?)
she just wanna
don’t you wanna? (don’t you?)
she just wanna
don’t you wanna? (don’t you?)
she just wanna
yeah (yeah)

[hook]
she wanna boyfriend she can show off on the gram (on the gram)
i want a latin grammy and a hundred grand (hundred grand)
somebody tell these b-tches this is who i am (who i am)
f-ck you and that petty talk, i get it how i can, whoa (how i can)
you’re just a pretty face and p-ssy that i fell into
who g-ssed you up, though, shorty? what the f-ck they tellin’ you? (what they tellin’?)
you’re just a pretty face and p-ssy that i fell into
who g-ssed you up, though, shorty? what the f-ck they tellin’ you? (yeah)

[verse 1]
let’s have a moment of silence, i k!lled that sh-t with no stylus, shout out to my new therapist, man, she keep me from wildin’
you got that drink in you (yeah)
i see the freak in you (yeah)
so all them freaky things we do, let’s keep that me and you (okay)
let’s keep it discreet, girl
all black in my jeep, girl
my hair used to match now
i got the gray streaks
i need all day with the freaks, they call me like it’s a party
i got a group full of cholas and ravers like we in ’90’s
so f-ck you and your dm’s, i’m in the bf
running through my p-ssport pages freezin’ my per diem’s
plus them pretty p-ssies pay them premiums to see ’em
the fabric on my body, b-tch, that’s not european, no

[hook]
she wanna boyfriend she can show off on the gram (on the gram)
i want a latin grammy and a hundred grand (hundred grand)
somebody tell these b-tches this is who i am (who i am)
f-ck you and that petty talk, i get it how i can, whoa (how i can)
you’re just a pretty face and p-ssy that i fell into
who g-ssed you up, though, shorty? what the f-ck they tellin’ you? (what they tellin’?)
you’re just a pretty face and p-ssy that i fell into
who g-ssed you up, though, shorty? what the f-ck they tellin’ you? (yeah)

[verse 2]
i feel like don omar
i feel like don francisco (yeah)
or don corleone, i copped that crib in callisto
no premo disco, tecca, girl
we on that plan b
i’m talkin’ house of pleasures, leather with sandal with green
and comfy like we the tay
profile then we restrain
but who said i’m resistant? i’ve got the right to remain
go put some ice in your chain
i heard it cool off the pain
hot-blooded latino, we come from mental, we not the same, yeah
so f-ck you and your hype and likes
i’m in the northern lights exploring different type of heights, ignoring everyone’s advice
and if you’re lookin’ for me, i ain’t on the block
probably out in barcelona or morocco, make it hot, yeah



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