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uhha - laflareboi lyrics

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(twosixfive, got the sauce)

squa, squa

yeah, too fly out your league uh
ice on me, hittin’ like bruce lee uhha
miss princess codine uh
mr. bird, i done turned into a fiend uhha
eatin’ pills like baked beans ha
birdlifestyle, llc uhha
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha
uhha, and i’m still gettin’ this money

and i’m still lookin’ like money (yeah)
and i still feel like money
uhha, uhha, uhha
bad b*tch and she got a lot of money (yeah)
good head, she keep me cummin
feel me inside her stomach (yeah)

uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah, yeah)
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah yeah)

mr. bird, you way too fly, uhha
f*cked her one time then i made her mine, uhha
birdlifestyle certified, uhha
mixed the codine in the cherry plum, uhha
all of this ice on me, i’m feelin’ cold
my heart froze
i ball on them like d*rose

i can’t sell my soul
i’m way too solid, i can’t fold
national bank, my money long
the za i’m smokin’ strong

every verse straight off the dome
you went to high school, i went to school high
got a plug in gali, got a plug in dubai
tryna re*up blow some za in the air

stack up my bread, i could build you some stairs
she tryna f*ck me, i say ya
all this ice on me, made the lil’ shawty stare
that’s why they hatin’ on me

businessmen just pay the fee
swear to god i ain’t reppin’ for free (swear to god, i ain’t rappin for free)

uhha, uhha and i’m still gettin’ this money (cheques)

and i’m still lookin’ like money (flex)
and i still feel like money (yeah)
uhha, uhha, uhha
bad b*tch and she got a lot of money (yeah)
good head, she keep me cummin uhha
feel me inside her stomach (yeah)
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah, yeah)
uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah, yeah)

too fly, out your league
ice on me, hittin’ like bruce lee
miss princess codeine
mr. bird, i dine turnt to a fiend

the watch on me, tek philippe
i’m blessed with indulgence in sin
tryna get on them magazines
hope mama forgive my sins
i’m trappin’ to make a way
so i’m ready to step and spin
my feelings done fade away
i got no choice but to win
if it’s bout money, then h*ll yeah

all the shooters around me, h*ll yeah
birdlifestyle mafia, yeah
got a bad b*tch with me, yeah
good gas to the face, h*ll yeah

can’t stand me, get a chair
i done run up to the bands
my account balance, h*ll yeah

uh*huh, uh*huh
and i’m still gettin’ this money
and i’m still lookin’ like money
and i still feel like money
uh*huh, uh*huh, uh*huh

bad b*tch and she got a lot of money
good head, she keep me cumming
feel me inside her stomach
uh*huh, uh*huh

uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh, uh*huh

uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh

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