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certified - flokcavali lyrics

(let’s get this motherf*ckin*)
big stomper
dope dealer
guap getter
real n*gga
first, before rapper n*gga
(believe that)

i’m out here n*gga
you want me? come get me, say word

you rat n*gga better off dead
we gon come for your head
run for your life, you ain’t got a lot to live
young n*gga mind on my money
it ain’t bring that, then that to me just pale
posing with banana clips, your sh*t gon’ get peeled
mile around us you count only real n*ggas
all them p*ssy n*ggas bailed
see you in h*ll
yeah you tryna live flashy lifestyle
these iced out chains
long money never made a n*gga fierce
we got here dirty
we fighting for the same thing, i do mine viciously

yeah i got my mind made
under no condition will i ever switch lanes
you n*ggas switch sides, switch up, b*tch up
more than i trade hoes with my n*gga jay
man who gon stop me?
a n*gga try to cross me i’m ready to catch a case

pain time gain
bust a n*gga brain if he put my paper on delay
b*tch i gotta get paid
set a booth, roll dope, call a ho, move bricks, load clips
could do this all day cos ima*

big stomper
dope dealer
guap getter
real n*gga
first, before rapper n*gga
said certified stomper
dope dealer
guap getter
real n*gga
before rapper n*gga
(believe that)

i don’t watch sports unless i get to be a player
and if i’m on the field then n*gga yall just substitutes
if this a paper chase then you gon need more horsepower
you n*ggas slow and soft
my b*tch p*ssy juice, p*ssy juice i mean beetlejuice
it only matters who the buyer
if he ain’t paying legal tender
i don’t f*ck with no ho that’s friends with a teller
to get you p*ssy n*ggas outta here gon take a dollar
just a simple dollar

self esteem so high but n*gga you ain’t really worth that
you ain’t really ’bout that
tear drop in your eye, you ain’t really did that
posting guns for the gram, to me like why bother?
ty tycoon i’m here to be the boss n*gga
i paid all the dues to be the only boss n*gga
stay up past noon the moves i make gon bring paper
it gotta bring paper
it gotta bring paper cos ima*

big stomper
dope dealer
guap getter
real n*gga
first, before rapper n*gga
said certified stomper
dope dealer
guap getter
real n*gga
first, before rapper n*gga
(believe that)

b*tch i’m in the building
you ain’t in the building
if you was in the building
then i’m here to rob it
build the beat up
overload, and tell myself n*gga drop it

talking ’bout fire, i ain’t scared to be the topic
i break backs, step hard, goons call me goblin
223’s on me wish a n*gga would try this
empty these to your head before your mind even process
if i got a new glock, my homie gotta get some
v12 he get some, these hoes he gotta get some
these opps he gotta k!ll some
most importantly, i get paper then he got some

ball life n*gga ball life ball hard
can’t take a loss, n*gga stand tall
gotta give it all, for the dior life

ball life, living up pass the limits n*gga
thug life, give a f*ck ’bout no oppositions
ball life, living up pass the limits n*gga
thug life, give a f*ck ’bout no oppositions

i don’t know if she smokes. but with me she sure do
she sure do, she sure do, she give brain for a gram
try to press me, gon pull up prr with a tommy gun
i go dumb i roll loud i turn it up
you seen something you shouldn’t have seen
don’t approach me, don’t bring it up
might turn lethal bust sh*t up cos i’m a*
big stomper
(cos i’m a)
dope dealer
(cos i’m a)
guap getter
real n*gga, first

said certified stomper
dope dealer
guap getter
real n*gga
before rapper n*gga

- flokcavali lyrics

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