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yung flex - stone cold lyrics

[verse 1: yung flex]
u+u+ugh, i been up so why they hatin’ now?
lil’ b+tch, put the fit against your sh+t, it ain’t the same amount
u+ugh, dashin’ to the racks just like a paper route
b+tch i’m with the clique outside your sh+t just like we staking out
with my brother, that’s my brother, i’m gon’ die about him
two twin glocks just like its halo, let that fire up out em’
dont let n+ggas catch you slipping, hope his guys’ around him
f+ck you thinking? leave you stinking, like its flies around
dont give a f+ck, two fingers up, just like i’m stone cold
v12 money truck when i get up, i make my own goals
smokin’ dope, lil’ b+tch i’m stuck just like a photo
b+tch i’m yellin’ duck, i’m with my dogs just like its toto

[verse 2: gravedxgger]
in the v12 money truck b+tch, f+ck a photo
if you not shootin’ sh+t, what you got that gun for?
n+ggas talkin’ crazy, ima put em’ through the d+mn floor
got your b+tch up in thе bed, yeah she call mе dora
the way i explore her
hands up her d+mn skirt, yeah she a d+mn flirt
blood on his white shirt
pull up on a n+gga block, make him hit the d+mn curb
walk up in the club, turn that b+tch into a concert
n+ggas know my body, i might f+ck round catch a homi’
make that n+gga shake some, make him hit the ricky bobby
i won’t fall off like i’m roddy, can’t leave without my glockie
yeah these n+ggas, they dont know me
yeah these n+ggas h+lla phony
like i told these other n+ggas me and flex like shaq n’ kobe

- yung flex lyrics

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