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skull flag - brbluhtim lyrics

[intro: brbluhtim]
yeah, yeah, brb
bring rap back, yeah luh tim
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
shout out to deuce…
i’ll never leave my skull flag

[chorus: brbluhtim]
came straight from the rags, now i’m getting bags
spent two hundreds on my pants, n*gga check the price tag
pop you like a xan, bro gone smoke you like a gas pack (gone smoke you like a gas pack, gone smoke you like a gas pack)

[verse 1: brbluhtim]
everything on me designer, from the jeans to the backpack
dudes burning under pressure but i’m cool like a ice pack
she cutting down on my wood like i’m a tree and she a lumberjack
my guys flipping them packs like a frying pan with a flapjack
skull flag, i’m popping like a glock
spent 50 bands to check the clock
beef on the gram, you gone get blocked
put you six feet under a rock
all these hoes ever do is spam
then get exposed up on the gram
pop the opps like a soda can
slinging like spider*man
finna goku on these n*ggas, finna go super saiyan
while yo career slowly going away like a body decaying
n*ggas wanna act like they childish, need to stop all that playing
or else a n*gga gone be spraying and leave yo stiff body laying
gotta new little b*tch, she sweet and thick like some fresh hawaiian rolls
my flows too cold, like some snow except i got snot in my nose
i’m heartless like my old sneakers because it didn’t come with the soles
while i’m chasing after the bread, your life dreams will be toast
i don’t trust n*ggas
dudes think that they tough n*ggas
till they realize i’m big dog, and they just some little pup n*ggas
all these hoes trying to suck me up, call me a p*rnhub n*gga
high geeking like urkele, while sipping purple outta double cup n*gga (hold up, hold up)
[chorus: brbluhtim]
came hustling straight up from the rags, now i’m getting bags (huh)
spent 2 hundreds on my pants (yeah), n*gga check the price tag
pop you like a xan, bro gone smoke you like a gas pack

[verse 2: smokey]
i’m so high i’m off this gas, intoxicated, this medication
running up that bag, lil chick she tripping i got her mad
pull up in they ass, 160 you know what’s on the dash
and if you on they ass, sh*t i’m hopping out pulling up my pants
pull up in there, who did?
you stupid think you gone do man?
i’m bout it, bout it, i’m stooping
i’m grooving, i just be moving
rolling up that strong, drinking on some strong
i be so high, don’t know what’s going on
say bro what’s going on?
i hear my phone but i’m like gone on
i swear i’m gone (gone)
just wanna go home and bust her open (bust her open)
doors open, got the air on
and as i told her
trying to focus
rolling up this potion
at this point i need to get on mane i’m steady tripping
i been feeling out my body, don’t really know what’s wrong with me
i been feeling out my body, don’t tempt to get wrong with me
gone split ten a minute
i did it, ain’t no attempted n*gga
(f*ck you talk about, yeah, smoke one n*gga)
[outro: brbluhtim]
but i’m really with it
i would never admit it
you already know it’s getting busy
she giving it a hickey

- brbluhtim lyrics

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