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flight2 - halfmari lyrics

all of this mof*ckin’ guap can’t fit in my pants
i forgot to bring my glock, but you still catchin hands
i’m on a mof*ckin’ flight, can’t wait till i land
i’m on a mof*ckin’ flight on the way to j*pan
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
i call these n*ggas on vegetables, cause they can’t stand me
if i can’t shoot at that boy, then i shoot at his family
i’m shootin’ these kids inside, tell her take a plan b
i took a xanny, goodnight, i’m soarin
can’t f*ck with her, that b*tch is borin
i just had told your b*tch, i’m h*rny
sucked on my d*ck, all through the mornin
i said my bars, straight out the pot
your n*gga not hard, and, b*tch, you not hot
i dive in that hoe like octonauts
b*tch, you gon’ drop that lo or not
i’m all in my zone, he gone, he not
laugh at that mof*ckin’ hoe, hee*ha
all of y’all n*ggas, y’all fold for thots
all of my n*ggas, they fold the opps
i’m makin’ them bleed, i’m makin’ them clot
i’m rollin this weed, like autobots
what’s up with your three, he done got got
she asked if i cheat, don’t know why she shocked
she tryna be things that we cannot be
i’m off of a cart, i pop me a bean
i roll like its art, then sip on some lean
i got on chrome hearts, i mix with celine
that b*tch is a farce, that b*tch is a fiend
she said that lovin’ on me was her dream
he dead, i hit him with shots like kareem
i left that f*ck n*gga right on the scene
i’m gettin’ money, the f*ck do you mean
i’m sippin’ on wok, he sippin’ on green
he thinkin’ we friends, where do i begin
left him with a tag like purple jeans
all of this mof*ckin’ guap can’t fit in my pants
all of this mof*ckin’ guap can’t fit in my
all of this mof*ckin’ guap can’t fit in my pants

(treetime)

- halfmari lyrics

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