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flagrent - fbg young lyrics

[intro]
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we in benihana’s, didn’t leave the scale
one, two, three, n*gga, f*ck 12 ()
i got clientele
trap gear (uh*yeah), uh*yeah

[chorus]
ayy, we in benihana, didn’t leave the scale (trap)
n*gga, one, two, three, n*gga, f*ck 12
got the preacher daughter on x
this is a gnarly world
now she a molly girl (she lose it, huh)
we feed them bars to her (yeah)
we love takin’ sh*t, huh
ain’t with that flagrant
n*ggas actin’ foul, we put that tec to him (skrdoo, do*do*do)
that’s a x on him, huh
that’s a hex on him
my lil’ shooters take his head off for his necklace (b*tch)
[verse 1]
i don’t sell xans no more (i don’t sеll them, b*tch)
i got them ps for sure (ps for surе)
i’ll sell ps for sure (we sell ps for sure)
and sell ’em all for low (yeah, b*tch)
i swapped my robins for my diesels, they hold bands, though (them bands for sure)
i sponsor all designer for any bad ho (uh*yeah)
robbery turned homicide, i let my mac go (skrdoo, do*do*do, b*tch)
tweak with me in public, still let the nine blow
i told my son that “your dad was like el trappo”
that’s no cap, though, huh (no cap)
we in benihana’s, i ain’t leave the scale (leave the scale)
’cause i got clientele (uh*huh)
i’ll serve you anywhere (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ah, sh*t, who is that? f*ck, that’s 12 (get gone)
[?]
it’s like we was never there (we gone)

[chorus]
ayy, we in benihana, didn’t leave the scale (trap)
n*gga, one, two, three, n*gga, f*ck 12
got the preacher daughter on x
this is a gnarly world
now she a molly girl (she lose it, huh)
we feed them bars to her (yeah)
we love takin’ sh*t
ain’t with that flagrant
n*ggas actin’ foul, we put that tec to him (skrdoo, do*do*do)
that’s a x on him, huh
that’s a hex on him
my lil’ shooters take his head off for his necklace (b*tch)
[verse 2]
the trap got lady gaga (white stuff)
suck me like a ba*ba (suck me, baby)
put her on the new stuff, we don’t f*ck with prada (uh*yeah)
she sip molly water (huh)
my neck underwater (trap)
i’m a trap scholar (trap), i got that [?] like [?] (uh*yeah)
baby, pop one, pop two
sell six ps a day out a old*school
yes, i’m number 1, but my hoes come in two
i put them on a middy, this sh*t déjà vu
married to the trap (huh), i told her, “yes, i do”
take his head out his cap, there’s no cap for you
[?] back*to*back, i need that sack all*blue
got n*ggas who don’t rap, boy, it’s a wrap for you (uh*yeah, uh*yeah)

- fbg young lyrics

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