lirik lagu flee lord & 38 spesh - two pics on my gram
[intro]
uh~huh
loyalty & trust, 2
let’s go, spesh
brrr
lord lord
[verse 1]
when i’m talkin’ on the beat, you gotta change the price range (nah)
i can’t take being away from jake, at a dice game
lord, yeah
i’m trappin’ and i’m airin’ it
the game can have my baby but it has to be caesarean (ay)
specialized vocals, you reconcile locals (p~ssy)
my family on both ends, i’m extra bicoastal (salute)
lord kids, tryna bring the paper, where the poor live
four~fifth (boom), hidden by the tire, and the doors lift
38 spesh gon’ give me 83 m’s (83)
in a navy bean benz, my babies need gems (skrr)
balenciaga hoodie got me rentin’ out her pootie (pootie)
200 for my bookies, now i’m chippin’ off some cookies (let’s go)
savage on the block, but it’s classics on the drop
the work don’t make appearance, we bag it on the spot (on the flight)
used to cook all the ‘caine, now i took over again (whip, whip)
might roll your ass over, and get pushed on a train, mothaf~cka
[chorus]
pyrex in the kitchen, i’mma tirin’ from mixin’
n~ggas fake beefin’, they be firin’ and missin’
i’m just tryna get into position, and put on the lords
take my hoods out the hood, and put on the tour
used to whip it ’til my wrist hurt, food a big first
two pics on my gram just to make yo’ b~tch thirst
huh? yeah
two pics on my gram just to make yo’ b~tch thirst, ay
[verse 2]
i was just sellin’ raw (raw), now spesh on the boards (boards)
chopper after chopper, ’til my chest gettin’ soar (yeah)
drippin’ like a bad faucet, flippin’ like a mad dolphin
i be in the stu’, more different from them task forces
patiently i wait, escapin’ from the hate (huh)
i be makin’ money, you just make mistakes (f~ck outta here)
two hookers by the safe, new shooters buyin’ weight (brr)
i ain’t tryna cap, but my music’s kinda great (great)
practice makes perfect, i start from eight workers (eight)
block so hot, they evacuate churches
no more corners ’til the mornin’, i be pushin’ my pap’
sh~t stop, quick guap, i’mma push again (push it again)
blowin’ sour on the cherish, while you coward n~ggas jealous
y’all can keep the beef, bro, i just want the relish (yeah)
you are now tuned in to bg flee (bg flee)
heard the lord talkin’ from my leaked cd
the label need an album, i just need 3 weeks
got another tucked, i just need 3 beats
uh, rollin’ up in jets and jerseys, soda help me stretch 30’s
shots for you rookie n~ggas, i don’t do your vet dirty, boom (brr)
[chorus]
pyrex in the kitchen, i’mma tirin’ from mixin’
n~ggas fake beefin’, they be firin’ and missin’
i’m just tryna get into position, and put on the lords
take my hoods out the hood, and put on the tour
used to whip it ’til my wrist hurt, food a big first
two pics on my gram just to make yo’ b~tch thirst
huh? yeah
two pics on my gram just to make yo’ b~tch thirst, ay
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