D Flowers — Fell N Luv
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Fell N Luv D Flowers03:45
Текст песни: Fell N Luv
Fell N Luv Lyrics[Intro] Tryna fall in love with music I'm tryna fall in love with the music I want a smaller glove like OJ I just got up and left the hood I’m tryna fall in love with [Verse] I'm tryna fall in love with the music I want a smaller glove like OJ Most of my niggas shootin', bitches boostin’ I just got up and left the hood I had to go and get the mulah one day You watch me go from noodles to an entree I put a couple hoochies on a one way Now I want a couple groupies on the runway I threw a bunch of doobies in the ashtray I swoop a couple hooties through the fast lane I drink a cup of droopy every morning You smell that marijuana when I yawn I fly to California every winter I'm slidin' through Arizona, fuck a warrant I got a bag of onions in the trunk And you can't smell the pack aroma in the front I keep that gas on me like a pump Nigga play, I'ma smash on him like a bump Just keep the piece like a motherfuckin' monk You know I'm on the trees like a motherfuckin' trunk I got a wrap and bag and seal it up Got a heat like who wrote it, unconditional I’m drinkin’ Tropicana while I'm traffickin’ the skunk, yeah yeah yeah yeah This ain't no propaganda what I rap, it really was Ask about me, ask about me I got the chopper on me when I walk up in the club Let 'em try me, snatch a body I'm on the swat like a motherfuckin’ bug You know we just grew up in the hood with the cut You ain't too tough to get hit with a slug Niggas shootin' slug, knew what it was I got some family on the phone, bitch You can't get fucked if you ain't a foreign bitch I put that chopper sling on my arm, bitch Pull up and pop a nigga, cold shit I ain't tryna hear where you was born No new niggas, never drawing Trust 17, the same squad Day ones since uniform I put that on the numbers on my arm Give it a year, my brothers gon' be tourin' My brother Bobby, he just had a boy I gotta hustle for my godson I set it up, [?] had a fund I do a couple shows at the club I keep a baby bottle with the cup I know your baby mama had to come I'm like a safety goggle with the straps I keep the latest models in the cut You gotta pay me 'fore I hit the club These niggas know that I don't give a fuck I had to go run that check up Now it's flooded diamonds from the neck up Lame niggas don't stress us And a brave nigga wouldn't test us I'm the one picked your bitch up I'll never ever switch up I don't change even when I dress up Be that same nigga when the check come I don't blame niggas when they diss us But the same niggas better vest up I keep a chopper on my dresser Don't you leave your partner on a stretcher I gotta show 'em why the West up 'Cause the pain, you ain't never felt none And the rain left flushed, wet up Everything came, I messed up At a young age, I stepped up Jesus piece, I blessed up Couch weigh-ins used to fuck my neck up Chains used to fuck my neck up Real niggas gon' respect us Gang members, throw your sets up Every lame nigga, put your bitch up 'Cause the same bitch'll pull her dress up Young Phil, clean the mess up I put them things in the pick-up I pour a four in a big cup If I get out I'm supposed to be stayin' up Stephen Curry, your bitch what I'm layin' up You see dick in the post and you blamin' us And them killers they come out of every cut You know my niggas don't give a fuck I got some bitches to set you up I call them killers to wet you up We on that shit, ain't no lettin' up I told the bitch she ain't rich enough I told the bitch she should listen up I know you broke, you can fix it up I bought a safe and I filled it up I showed my bros how to live it up They run up on you, then give it up We'll stick the whole city up Got your bitch on my dick, screamin' giddy-up I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah I found the music and fell in love
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