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dahmer flow - ralan styles lyrics

[intro]
(is that jake and jared?) yeah
she call me daddy but i’m not her father
i’m the k!ller, n*gga, feel like i’m dahmer

[verse 1]
d*mn, d*mn
k!ll a n*gga like i’m jeffery
uh, yeah, huh, i got the sauce in the recipe
yeah, yeah, uh, she’s after d like the letter e
i’m on the street with the motherf*ckin’ big birds, my n*gga, no sesame
yeah, uh, yeah
she suck my d*ck then she gets to throwing up, uh
yeah, uh, yeah
flexin’ wit’ a mothеrf*ckin’ gun, won’t hold it up
yeah, yeah, uh
codeinе in my cup, i’ma pour it up
yeah, yeah
like a elevator, my n*ggas going up, uh
[verse 2]
johnny test, uh
my n*gga, your dawgs is dookie
she suck my d*ck like a motherf*ckin’ smoothie
shots in the clips, i’m not talking a movie
yeah, yeah
my n*gga, i don’t mean a movie, uh
i f*cked yo b*tch, she a groupie, heh
heh, she cannot lose me, d*mn
she think i’m cheatin’ but that b*tch, she don’t got no proof, ay
diamonds on me, they be blue, hey
she tryna f*ck on the crew, yay
hop in that motherf*ckin’ coupe
we take down the roof
then my n*ggas, we shoot
he don’t want beef, that boy, he want a truce
b*tch, i’m the goat but this sh*t is not new

[verse 3]
two twin glocks, bet it give a n*gga dimples
if a n*gga run up on me
swear to god, it’ll be simple
and she laughing like a riddle
and she tickle on my pickle
and the ice on up my neck, man, it feels like a sickle
n*ggas be laughing like riddle, uh
eat on my d*ck, skittles, ooh
my n*ggas, we found him, i’m not talking malcom
my n*ggas, we shoot in the middle, ooh
got a lot of fans up
got a lot of bands up
told a p*ssy n*gga, pick his mans up, yeah
show in the north
got a show in atlanta
countin’ all the money that i ran up, uh
effortlessly, i just be switching flows, eh, yeah
but i don’t switch bros, ayy
how i be switching my flows, eh, yeah
we on a roll
hold on
gotta f*ck with my clothes on, uh
she gon suck me with her clothes on, uh
diamonds on me like frozone
pull up on a n*gga with a pole though
all of these n*ggas be snitchin’, they talk to the motherf*ckin’ police yeah
i do not f*ck with these n*ggas, they hating, but n*ggas don’t know me, yeah, huh
she suck my d*ck in motherf*ckin’ back of the whip
i done pulled up with that motherf*ckin’ gun and it’s all on my hip, then we shoot, then we dip
gun on her lip
b*tch i blew up like a crip
get off my d*ck, she gon flip
henny it’s all in my motherf*ckin’ cup, uh*huh
i’m ’bout to go take a sip

- ralan styles lyrics

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