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stephanie - flash lyrics

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oooh oooh
flashin’ -belches-
oooh
i’m goin off that boyd dawg, through purina chow-chow

pow-pow, hot lead on a n-gga head
chest out, never understood, grew up in the hood
never knew right from wrong
get to dumpin on a n-gga for nothin for no reason

mannish little knucklehead, hardhead heathen
meanin, give a f-ck about life, i seen my momma
stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
when i was three years old, finally figured it out

that’s why a n-gga sold c0ke, clientele and clout
without a motherf-ckin doubt, take a n-gga out
for trying to go between my motherf-ckin paper route
wet his -ss up, that n-gga see and go

fully automatic convertible i’m a wipeaway arsonist
fire extingusher, if you ain’t spittin heat then
motherf-cker
you betta d-mn sure be workin for me or else you’re f-cked
either that, i get your jaw wired up, pathological liar

dope game got me like this, fertify high
smokin more bomb than cheech and chong, i’m sayin
hit up denny’s restaurant and order a gang of food
run up out of that prejudiced f-ck–ss motherf-cker

without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
d-mn near flashin, that’s what the f-ck i’m doin
and i’m blastin up in this motherf-cker
i got my motherf-ckin heater out and i’m sayin f-ck the
world

i’m p-ssin on everything, f-ck it, n-gga i’m flashin
i’m actin bad
i got all kind of marbles on the motherf-ckin table
and i’m tellin a motherf-cker you touch my sh-t and i’m
flashin

understand my sh-t, the situation is way d-mn real
motherf-cker i’m drunk off the sh-t
and i’m breakin bottles on the pavement, i’m flashin
n-gga i’m out there bad i’m poppin in the air for nothin

n-gga for no apparent reason i’m duh duh duh duh check it
out
at this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck
about to light the n-gga crib up
bang bang shoot em up claim fame

got a little to my name, sl!ck as sugar cane
three in the mornin it’s hard labor chasin paper
n-gga twerkin, go to several russian car
cl!ck-ers come esouped with vcr’s

microwave ovens and credit cards
pullin all kind of heavy metal straps
beatin nijjas down with bumper jacks
lip’s b-tches overseas shoot cr-p

try to have more paper than a factory
motherf-ckers gettin to showin out when the yard flexes
liable, blow a whole on a psycho
vital, lookin out for the rival tribal dead on arrival

psycho, it’s all about survival
quarter ounce zippers is on
run up in his home white sock or bone
with the chrome pist-al, pistol whip a n-gga

with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and hammer
baking soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
can’t win, especially when a n-gga packin
fetti stackin, mashin, flashin

i’m flashin, the elroy’s pulled me over
and put the flashlight to my window and told me i was
speedin
and i got to, fa-lashin on they -ss
i got to actin like a demon the motherf-ckers told me

the other day i go to turn off my p-g-and-e
n-gga and i got to actin bad and i got to flashin
on a motherf-cker, motherf-cker come out there
talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the motherf-ckin
sto’

and i said, “b-tch i’m f-ah-lashin!”
don’t let me get to flashin on yo’ -ss n-gga
motherf-cker up in the club, and a motherf-cker step on my
shoe
and i got to fa-lashin!

it’s all bad, motherf-cker used to be comrade
used to f-ck the same hoes, wear jeff clothes
closer than a b-gg-r to a nose, choosin vogues
slammin cadillac do’s together, cookin crack

gettin eighteens if it’s back, overk!ll
put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout
for the state troop, might shoot, durin the drug deal
flippin at the mouth

voluntarily raps your motherf-ckin folkers out
tight about since little league, boy scouts
paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk
i’m uh, i’m ooh cranky, booty like a old hag

she gonna get h-lla stanky if youse get teared up
but us n-ggas don’t bring me back
my motherf-ckin duffle bag. i squinges off the hinges
lean ballin, alcohol and weed

a thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed
a criminal record a full of dirty deeds
givin n-ggas black eyes and bl–dy lips
cauliflower ears and extra clips

gun clappin music slappin party crashin
brash and motherf-cker flashin
the holiday just came on the first second and third of the
month
made my check late and i got to, flashin on motherf-ckers

next door neighbor hollerin that sh-t about my beat too loud
i walked up the motherf-ckin steps and i got ta
tellin that b-tch i’m f-ah-lashin
send a rookie to the store to bring me back some rossi ron

he brought me back chablais, and i get to flashin
on that b-tch -ss motherf-cker, silly n-gga
you know what i’m saying? a motherf-cker up in this
motherf-cker flashin
get to testin my t-st-cl-s n-gga and i’ma flash on yo’ -ss

bad word get back to me and i’m flashin
lost all my money up in the dice game and i flash
didn’t let me up in club cafe at challantes and got to
flashin
dopefiend ran off with a hundred count of my t–th

and i’m flashed
big willie cashed my hawkin money water so i took it to
scottie’s
to keep myself from flashin
bought $250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me

for some ice and i flashed
got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
when i got home i seen them motherf-ckers
and they -ss was in the red, i got to flashin

i tell ya, b-tch these n-ggas i tell ya
sh-t i tell ya, sh-t sh-t sh-t sh-t b-tch, sh-t

- stephanie lyrics

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