Lyrics:
go, uh (let it go)
God bless the dead, move from the past, hmm (ay, yeah)
Nine million, all cash, hmm (ay, huh)
It's like my overtime flash (ballin')
nouveau gars est super moche, maintenant
Tu m'as quitté
J'peux dire j't'ai désarticulé l'corps
T'étais seulement qu'une belle conne
J'ai des flashs où tu
politics is bout
Nigga I come from the bottom where you gotta pick a route
Only by the grace of God the boy don got it figured out
Get a toy like Fisher
A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they're rocking in the breeze
The boy lies
A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they're rocking in the breeze
The boy lies in
that I would never marry
Saw the world at it's darkest blue
Broken hearted and so weary
Dreams can't come true
But I was hit with a flash of lighten
Breathe by you
I struggle to wanna leave or even be by you
Don't wanna be close yet I still fucking sleep by you
Hate paparazzi but wanna be seen by
down crazy lyrics
I put it upon the phonograph so everyone can hear it
You want to sound like me, boy? You can't come near it
'Cause when I flash
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
in my zone
And I play by the code
That's why I'm so damn cold
I could show you the ropes
But you don't wanna know
Pussy boy I know you'll fold
And they
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
the rhythms of the night
Who am I to resist your time
Forevermore we'll remember the name of a boy without shame
It's you, it's you, it's why-why-you Flash
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
son movie
Camera, action, flash
Depi'm paret son movie (huh)
Depi'm paret se movie
Camera, action, flash
Tout nèg avèm gen zouti (Huh)
Si'w fè erè wap
Green light, Bad Guy
Stay hoodied up, don't ask why
Keep me a stick with the flash drive
You can get ate like the last guy
Red light, you're a good
fast, laughing while i press the gas, see me pass, flying by like flash
Mama always told me i was gon' break hearts yeah, now i find myself up in these
this
We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan "the Guitar Man"
Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole
fool you man I can take care of me
When you see a flash of pink go flyin' by
The next thing you know there's a taillight your eyes
Everybody wonders
of the flash
You ain’t inside of the flash
You ain’t inside of the flash
You ain’t inside of the flash
We only fuck with the real
We only focus on bags
You
passing
Cameras all around me all they do is flash me yea
Flashing yea
Fashion yea
Flashing yea
Flashing yea
Fashion yea
Flashing yea
Fashion turning heads
When I get up on the mic people psych cause they aint never seen my type before
Just the boy next door worth the hype and some rhymes and a little
Všichni jsou wannabe
Prej žijou trap
Stojim sám v ulici
A pálim gas
Jsem před nima
Kullsum je rychlej jak flash 1312
No tak more běž
Všichni jsou
been through
Everything got a price and a picture
Flash, yo bitch out on Tinder
Bout to take another breath of this winter
Little boy I came to bring
Bitch, I'm fuckin' up the game
Boy, you lame, boy, you lame
All your shit just sound the same
Boy, you lame, boy, you lame
Ain't no hype around your
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