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young fla$h - paid lyrics

[verse 1: young fla$h]
wake up i’m blowing a o hop in my whip now it’s back to cold
self made on my own that’s all that i know
ambition got me thinking differently
honestly who is the enemy
wake up from vivid descriptive dreams
hop on my mac and i cook with the team
grandma said go to collage i’m getting the green
i gotta stack gwolla that’s by any means
trap through the streets back to the beach i’m shooting a scene
blowing more trees than a wildfire
only logic pro no limewire
pouring up sipping the best got k!llas from east to the west
met the plug in la now im back on the 8
mind over matter that’s all that it takes
people say they gone ride then snitch in the case
say they your day one then lie to yo face
spark up a blunt we back out on bradley
getting these bands then scurt to
the addy
double cups we stay pouring up relaxing got more motivation

i’m blowing a pound to roll up the days
sipping my drank now i drip like the rain
the more that they hate the more i get paid

[verse 3: young fla$h]
food for thoughts a deadly combination
bradley aves cl-ssified operations contemplating while the days been changing
my weed burn slow every time i’m blazing
you hating i’m k!lling this sh-t call me jason
jackson body this sh-t lets show em the combo
nothing but gas throw a brick on the throttle
trap popping like a party in the middle of the city
counting these 100s i stay getting lit
don jackson and fla$h we flip with wrist
nothing but ice see i’m colder than brisk
back from a show now i’m pouring a 5th
roll up in the telli she dance on my d-ck
myles -ss n-gg- i just took his b-tch
my hands on her hips she love how i flip
nothing but money she say that i’m crisp
ooh im just back in the streets you know what it be back on the beat

[hook]
i’m blowing a pound to roll up the days
sipping my drank now i drip like the rain
the more that they hate the more i get paid

- young flah lyrics

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