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flava - young explit lyrics

aye explit
im drippin sauce like ion need flava
like ion need flava
im drippin sauce like ion need flava
like ion need flava
im drippin sauce like ion need flava
like ion need flava
drippin sauce like ion need flava
i got too much sauce
ain’t got no cape so i won’t neva save her
ion got no cape
that type uh luv uh make a playa hater

played my luv my heart was so attached
played my luv so no can’t run it back
i cane up from the struggle the trenches yea the hard days
came up from the trappin nikka came the hard ways
we was skippin school while u was ducking hallways
i talk to the jewler shе said you can get it ball way
im off a perc she said u can hit it always
supеr sensational my n*gga we made it from dog days
next level type of sensation this the new wave
they way i puter on fa the team we havin alwayz
that n*gga tryed to come off his hip but it was a pump fake
you get ta reaching too cl!ck n*gga des yo ladt day lil bro nem quick ta flip a switch thats a doa
im in my bag right now f*cked around spent 3 today
i couldda bought a chain but i went n got me a bigger chain
stayed out the way stacked my pape n made a bigger name
i dropped a whip for the first time and ran a million
i need another milly and another milly
n another milly
super soaker on my wrist is gettin too chilly
i dont think im ever gone touch sleep till i touch 2 billy
i spent a quarter thousand on my wrist i spent a cool ticky
i see rolex on my weist it dont go ticky ticky
bronem popout that cut with that bl!cky bl!cky
lil bro trying to paint you red leave you sticky sticky
bronem trying to pop det cut leave you red red
i went and f*cked on this bih black but she a red head
these type of bullets in these clips will leave you dead dead
and we ain’t tryna talk to no cops and going fed fed
was in my cup in sippin its some med med
im trying to smoke and roll my doja n just hit the road
im tryna touch me sum millies n trying to drop dem golds
put them vvs in my t**th n go buss down my hoe
i had ta crunch down on my t**th back then the trap was slow can hold my toungue onna couple things i gotta preach what i know
youll think she asian the way she looking she brit cubano
i was 16 with six rings on swervin inna 5.0
i gotta variety pack in my bag right now highs and low
i got so much money right now might drop a body up da score
bow woo
explit up da score
n*ggas know im drippin sauce 4 5 6 chains on

- young explit lyrics

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