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young pisces - flex on purpose (freestyle) lyrics

that bih swallow d-ck like a cough drop
on the block
pull up to the spot
in a drop top (yea)
counting this guala
it’s that blue cheese
ain’t no cheddar
diamonds so clear like the weather
they talking sh-t it’s whatever
i am so cold like december
icy pisces got cold shoulders
she gave me brain in a rover
in the morning like some foldgers

my n-ggas ball like the lakers
out in la on a pager
out in atlanta with drama
dropped a mixtape and made commas
i might just f-ck on your momma
she got upset i ain’t called her
your girl dropped you and i caught her
i dropped your girl for a model
i pop the top like a bottle
i got a side b-tch in toronto
cut a b-tch off like i’m zorro
you smoke the mids like equator
tony hawk, i am pro skater
counting up all of this paper
private jet out to chicago
hard in the paint like pic-sso
rollie watch it ain’t a fossil
all of you n-ggas imposters
you ain’t my son you a daughter
she call me daddy, no father
223 shots to your collar
bullets hit you in the neck
i never know what comes next
money so big it could flex
money old like a t-rex
you’d think it grew on a tree
b-tches ain’t special to me
i cannot f-ck with a tease
i do not f-ck with police
i stack my bread with the cheese
f-ck that b-tch once then i leave
i might p-ss her to the team
i was so gone off the pills
in my new house in the hills
i got that right from a deal
26 all on my rims
and my bag blue like the benz
2 thots right up in the whip
i might put that right on her hip
pull out and bust on her t-ts
drive by, i empty the clip
ima go shoot up your house
woodgrain thats all on my grip
you not a rat, you a mouse
i lost control of my drip
i might take off with your spouse
that means i left with your b-tch
i can’t do this for the clout
did it so i could get rich
feed my whole family and sh-t
i need to sign to the biz
industry kid
fl!ckin and whippin the bricks
trappin was how i got lit

[chorus]

yea, what?
diamonds flex on purpose
you ain’t special, you ain’t popping
boy your efforts worthless
goyard bags full gf hundreds
haters call them purses
off the white on the block like i work at churches

[outro]

yea
yea
yea

- young pisces lyrics

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