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LATE NIGHT FLOWS
by L1l M1K3Y
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Getting real snakey with a bitch yeah
Yeah I take her back to my crib
Bring her to my bridge
Freezer or the Ditch
Or sink it with the fish
We feast on takeout yeah
You know it's all a dig
Film like Haley Bridge
Biting all my wrists
All vice city gangs
Know its just a smidge
My car from Ibiza
Bedsheets from Giza
You blinking,
You bracking
We know you a geezer
Yeah
You know who's on the beat yeah
You come down think you rocking diamonds on my street
I'll make her pop you to the beat
You can't hand me evidence if it ain't concrete
Laying back in the back seat
When we pull over wrap you up in the sheets
You can't taste revenge?
Man I taste it, it's so sweet
"That kinda talk?"
Yeah man I'll repeat
But I'll never face down with defeat, yeah uh
Put this in repeat yeah uh
Got the green, it don't smell like weed
Getting real snakey with a bitch yeah
Yeah I take her back to my crib
Bring her to my bridge
Freezer or the Ditch
Or sink it with the fish
We feast on takeout yeah
You know it's all a dig
Film like Haley Bridge
Biting all my wrists
All vice city gangs
Know its just a smidge
My car from Ibiza
Bedsheets from Giza
You blinking
You bracking
We know you a geezer
Getting real snakey with a bitch yeah
Yeah I take her back to my crib
Bring her to my bridge
Freezer or the Ditch
Or sink it with the fish
We feast on takeout yeah
You know it's all a dig
Film like Haley Bridge
Biting all my wrists
All vice city gangs
Know its just a smidge
My car from Ibiza
Bedsheets from Giza
You blinking,
You bracking
We know you a geezer
Yeah
You know who's on the beat yeah
You come down think you rocking diamonds on my street
I'll make her pop you to the beat
You can't hand me evidence if it ain't concrete
Laying back in the back seat
When we pull over wrap you up in the sheets
You can't taste revenge?
Man I taste it, it's so sweet
"That kinda talk?"
Yeah man I'll repeat
But I'll never face down with defeat, yeah uh
Put this in repeat yeah uh
Got the green, it don't smell like weed
Getting real snakey with a bitch yeah
Yeah I take her back to my crib
Bring her to my bridge
Freezer or the Ditch
Or sink it with the fish
We feast on takeout yeah
You know it's all a dig
Film like Haley Bridge
Biting all my wrists
All vice city gangs
Know its just a smidge
My car from Ibiza
Bedsheets from Giza
You blinking
You bracking
We know you a geezer
