a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

hate - flight club cray lyrics

Loading...

bridge 1

ain’t nothing change ima keep me a tool
idk y cause it barely get used
ain’t say i won’t squeeze it don’t get that confused
i know u plotting and watching my moves

don’t hate on me n*gga just hate what i do
hate on yo b*tch cause she picked out my shoes
hate on yo gang cause i say and they do
hate on yo self u the reason u lose

verse 1

shawty just text me i just hit her once
ask me if i wanted something for lunch
*she gone pull up anytime that i want
you won’t break up wit her dawg u a runt

she let me hit from the back and the front
i just wanna kick it she go for the punt
she want me to knock it out cause u gone bunt *
u think she love you she said you the one

fresh i be dripping got water like voss
i took a dose and i start dosing off
*roll up a doobie i smoke on the raw
swear i get higher whenever i cough

swear i blow fire whenever i talk*
b*tches on d*ck and they bobbling dawg
put the d*ck in her esophagus dawg
be out in a minute she topping me off

really got choppa it shoot 223
i’ll dump at u hit u 2 out of 3
*said he got hit in the head and the knee
pray for the shooter he still walking free

pray for the shooter he still on the streets
like freddy krueger get u in yo sleep*
that heater come out ain’t no heartbeat
we gone turn that boy to shark meat

bridge 2

ain’t nothing change ima keep me a tool
probably don’t need it i might end up using
*ain’t say i won’t think when i’m mad i’m confused
and they still plotting and watching my moves

thought i was noid but that’s just what they do
hate on yo b*tch cause she f*cked off on u
hate on yo gang cause i say and they do
hate on yo self u the reason u lose*

verse 2

bought a new stick and attached holographics
say he want problems with me i’m a hazard
*it’s all fun and games til they picking yo casket
b*tch,… i’ll make yo son out a b*st*rd

n*ggas pull up wit them sticks and start blasting
ohh my n*ggas be doing em nasty*
kick in yo door and catch u on that mattress
this sh*t a disaster

turn you to ghost in the b*tch u a casper
chop hit his front made him spin around backwards
bro got the hunned drum and that bit massive
ain’t no identifying a n*gga after

poppin yo sh*t like a b*tch now them pistols clapping
get shot in yo sh*t cause they know u lackin
(don’t ask me bout sh*t ion know what happened )2x

- flight club cray lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...