Lyrics:
and died on chilli peppers
Please don't listen to that song
That's by the red hot chilli peppers
It will make me mad because I allergic to chilli peppers
If
Something like an interception I won't let you pass me by
This a different type of high not the drugs or altitude
Now I finally got your love that's a thing
the coupe
Slide out the coupe
Bitch wanna hop in the coupe
Bitch you a fluke
I get in my mode when i get in the booth
Boy don't be stingy better pour me some
Bitch! I've been on my shit! Like an old fly
Oh My just watch as I go by
Mr hip Hop and it don't stop
Yes, I'm this guy in my alone time
Grab your chick
risk my freedom
To not end up dead on the news
I learned from blueprint 2's
Untitled
Drums by Quest Love
Bending the rules
Walk in my own shoes
Still
up getting ripped by me
Victories victories
This what it sound like when I'm riding on my enemies
Victories victories
Find me a wife and tell her
piece of grind can mean slow success we don't fake with
Real success don't mean taking
What was not for us, we make rules
Though we may not abide by those
in the face. Death, suffocation from a number that was not what it should have been.
Oh, what went wrong within the code? Tell me it's a fluke. OK,
was just a fluke
It's fine by me
I found my peace
I hope you leave this earth slowly
Do that for me
Do that for me
Do that for me
Do that for me
Do
Lemme lemme introduce myself
My name is Luke the Fluke and even you could tell
That I'ma stick this shit where the sun don't shine
'Cause I get
Fluke
Lyrics by Starr Duncan Lowe
© 2023
First Verse
I don't know how you came to be
You appeared
I stared in disbelief
Second Verse
You stole my
lurking think it's fun but never again
Will I Fall victim I ain't the one say I'm locked in
God told me I got this
Tough skin
No longer control by the devil
On rap
With a pack of a wrap
And a year old mac
Sitting back with a track
Till that shit slaps
After that
Take a big ol' nap
By the time I'm up
Hope
She was on a quest
She wouldn't rest
She'd seen him in her dreams
Dead set on a real man
Not a guy in a hat and jeans
One by one
She'd check them
like collider
A lotta people thought I was a fluke
Cause I had a backpack and some Timberland boots
But the trees still stand
These real fans stuck
through the hour glass
Can't stop the hands
Try and watch the hours pass
You by like you standing still
I smoke - I fuck - I kill these pop stars
Bitch
is my cleverness with pen
Murder music murder men
The mo' time go by the mo' intense my lyrical flow
To show the privates that they can't follow
the bottles away (yeah)
Get my line today, told her to call me today
(yeah) it was made today
For they happy today for some fluke ass shit
Cops grabbed me today
Sometimes I can't help but think that our love's a fluke
'Cause if you ain't love me, hmm, then would I love you? And if I ain't love you
Then would you love
harder just to see me react
See if it's wack, in fact see what Nelly about
I thought that ass was a fluke until I went to her house
You see mama got ass
years!
This ain't no fluke this pure deep talent.
Thirteen motherfucking years!
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
So bad you ain't no
Yo drop to the ground and one knee me if you see me
Take off your top like ZZ
Mushrooms by himself causes shown to give samples of the body
That I
(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich
by myself
That's not a fluke
Grinding perpetually getting up to the next level he's technically fit
Fuckin' oath bitch
Something's gotta give
Yeah
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