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multiple flows - g4 lyrics

multiple flows freestyle

she know dat she don’t get multiple chances

she hit me up she wit multiple friends
f*ck and then smoke and then f*ck em again
i can make benji
make multiple friends
don’t none of my work go thru multiple hands
to yo b*tch to the beach put her romp in the sand
counting it up can’t hear nun they saying

if it’s beef, i give you heads up get ready
we piping out on ya block confetti
make yo brains look like chopped spaghetti
100 round up in the chop it’s deadly
they see me see me say hurry up drop, we ready
but lately my mood been on ox on belly
i been tryna keep my pockets heavy
this cgb sh*t in me ,locked embedded

not big on favors they want lots of credit (repeat)

remember chubbs hit me up i’m wit it
i’m hoping on a mega bus to get it
n*ggas sending sl!ck shots, send em
if you know you gon play the cops den dead it
if you ain’t tryna fill a truck for gang
then f*ck you deb you ain’t a plug forget it

back of her head in my palms
she was no angel
she suck it fast suck it calm so dangerous
she my la throat baby, we can’t have no babies
she a cat fish on the gram wit good angels
my homie put me on game told me he waisted his time
and i was like no thank you
these n*ggas chasing these hoes no paper
run up a sack wit these bows go crazy
he pillow talk wit these hoes so crazy
same b*tch dat gave me his lo’s so crazy
you n*ggas be saying we homies, so shady
cause you got a whiff of me f*cking on yo lady

i told these young n*ggas watch out for old gus
these n*ggas can’t even f*ck with the old. gus
excuse my french really feel like they owe us
these n*ggas already dead meat cold cuts
why in the world would you act like you know gus
i’m with the gang in a porsche doing doughnuts
y’all shoulda tried what we did before us. (repeat)
running my sh*t by myself, hooray
these n*ggas sipp’n on green, go head
he said he f*cking wit me and i had to life up my feet
to hear but him go head
stepping on n*ggas, or i’m stepping over you n*ggas you already heard what i said
can’t share a hoe with you n*ggas, you touch ha you take ha, i’m sweeping the floor with these b*tches
these n*ggas they try to predict me but my range is not in prediction, but i i keep a glock wit extensions
i blurrrrrrr blurrr pop at you n*ggas
throw uhm off balcony’s, over the top with you n*ggas

before i invest in these b*tches, i go get my ar some titties
i’m never dat silly. i feel like the best in my city, and that disrespect to nun of the rest in city. (repeat)

i’m in my zone, i’m getting to much money for to just envy a n*gga
i’m maxing out till i hop out the ghost or i hop out the bentley lil n*gga (repeat)

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