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flip the boat - faucy lyrics

(intro)
why your pockets not eatin’
mrs. puff never passed me, b*tch
d*mn, aye

(verse 1)
your pockets never eatin’, now they sick and broke
i ain’t talkin’ ink, but we hit him with a stick and poke
mrs. puff never passed me, i always flipped the boat
three*five of the magic mushies, i’ma trip then float
earth, smoke, fire drip on me, i’m all elements
unkie sellin’ rock, what you need? he got all sediments
askin’ if i’m sippin’ coffee, ain’t the red evident
hatе the government, but i lovе them dead presidents
make the opps group split up like one direction
if it’s up, then it’s stuck, something like erection
how you plugged in when you ain’t got no connection
told a fiend he don’t need an 8th, just self*reflection
my house like home alone, cause i trap in it
me and bro on the way to h*ll, gon’ bring a cat in it
b*tch thought it was my d*ck, but i put the strap in it
p*ssy fightin’ back, knocked me out, i took a nap in it
put the heat to his head, make an opp evaporate
whenever bro chillin’ with the b*tches, he exaggerate
finished on my own, and i ain’t talkin’ m*st*rbate
if she ain’t givin’ up the head, she get decapitate
(verse 2)
iced out my whole house like an eskimo
you want a three*five of the extra low
the custy was r*t*rded, so i sold his ass oregano
had to block a b*tch, cause she said we can’t have s*x no more
caught you runnin’ out the whip like jay*easy
unkie scalin’ out a zip, think the play greasy
i ain’t got time for you hoes, my bae need me
always keep my eye out for the snakes, cause they sleazy
made the 16 touchdown like joe montana
give a b*tch 13 reasons why, like she hannah
asked santa, do you want some cookies, tropicana
told granny she in danger, scammer propaganda
ha, sh*t, where the bin reaper
made my opps start runnin’ like a gym teacher
bape hoodie on me, shark head, you should swim deeper
we only smoke exotic here, you a trim keeper
said you was servin’ bricks, yea brick weed
you what a b*tch don’t want, i’m what a chick need
she gave me nasty head, it made my d*ck bleed
not a baller, lucky if you make the sixth seed
i don’t wanna pour it up, if it’s not red
told bro, i’ma keep on sippin’ till i drop dead
b*tch threw my weed out, she mad that i’m a pothead
i could never run away, even though i got legs
yo chop never wakin’ up, it got glaucoma
b*tch sent me pics b*tt naked with just socks on her
b*tch started actin’ up, i got the drop on her
she started actin’ like a pig, i put the slop on her

- faucy lyrics

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