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flakers - lelo (usa) lyrics

[intro]
you be helpin’ with the load, bae, i think i love you
yup (uh*oh skettio)

[verse]
she like, ”boy, what’s up with you?”
“you been so distracted lately”
i think i’m in love with bag
wait, that’s just infatuation
i don’t think i’m feelin’ them advances, so we back to basics
baby, i’m so prada you
oh, wait, that’s just my fashion statement
i think i’m in love with you, ’cause you know how to stack it
back and fourth like tennis do, i think i love the racket
my bro can’t leave without his boom, i think he love the ratchet
if she need me i can’t swoon, i don’t want no damsel
i know n*ggas that love them codeine bottles
b*tch, i’m in love with profit, this b*tch look like a model
she choosin’ i don’t doubt it (yup)
lose mе, now she poutin’ (yup)
i heard she was fumin’, i’m assumin’ i’m thе trauma (yup)
i know i’m up, ’cause all this rap sh*t bring me paper
lil’ baby, we can’t touch, i ain’t gon’ link ’cause i’m a flaker
boy stop with all that noise, we hit yo’ door up like yo’ neighbor
and you can’t get no voice, you a floozy you a faker, lil n*gga
am i up? b*tch, that’s like askin’ me if fall before december
if you received a text that called you broke, then i’m the sender
if you tell me it’s guapy on the floor, then i’m descendin’
lil’ baby ’bout to block me, ’cause i don’t be active with her
i tried to tell these n*ggas how to make it, they ain’t listen
snakes on top my jacket got me “sss”, got me hissin’
you tricks love flexin’ all that ice until it’s missing
my dawg’ll rip a stone up off a n*gga like he vision
if you ain’t tryna make a load, what the f*ck you sniffin’?
you be tryna manifest, my n*gga be tryna go get it (yup)
i just had a show, and you hoe keep tryna visit
like we in a grove, she gon’ keep on saying, “pick me”
all my n*ggas real blood, but we don’t g*ngb*ng
in love when i touch her though, i feel the same thing
i don’t like to trust, when i do, it change things
all these fancy clothes, titi think i slang ‘caine
i be rappin’, ’cause this rap sh*t bring me paper
lil’ n*gga, you ain’t active, you a hoe, you blowin’ vapor
and when it come to action, bro suit up like henry danger
lil’ baby tryna bag me, ’cause she say she can’t contain it (lil’ n*gga)
i love countin’ pape, i love touchin’ dough
you stuck? don’t complain, ’cause that’s just how it go
i don’t sing but she adorin’ me like [?]
stuff the floor into the whip, we run the scene like pop smoke
lil’ baby say i do too much, but i’m just being honest
lil’ baby, yeah, i love me too, we got something in common
my n*ggas really itchin’, they be begging you to try me
my lil’ bro don’t leave the house without his* like he*
(yeah)
[outro]
new detroit, n*gga

- lelo usa lyrics

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