Chris Cartier - The Flame lyrics

rate me

We them niggas

You know it, your bitch know it, your grandma know it

Look around, all I see is my niggas and me

Look around, all I see is my niggas and me

Ever since a teen I been dreaming ‘bout the cream, Wu Tang in this motherfucker

M 16, 16s, don’t let that bitch bang in this motherfucker

You can’t hang with this motherfucker, we too trill, dope fangs in this motherfucker

You out dang in this motherfucker, ball so hard, goddamn in this motherfucker

ESPN, I took her out to eat, she said, “Let’s be friends”

I said, “Fuck that, I’m tryna fuck that, bitch, you gonna give me head inside the Benz”

Made me run a red light, let’s make a move bitch, all night

Shyamalan star me and you, we can track a gamble with your friend dice

If she’s ready then I’m with it, man, that’s cool

I kill that pussy, put that shit inside a tomb, map and tuck

It’s just us, Mary running out of room, life is chess, not checkers, pussy nigga, make your move

I got that flame

Middle finger to the ones on my dick, you dump your swag chick off my chain

I got that flame

Rep that east side till we die, y’all motherfuckers know our name

We got that flame

I’m bad about it, money, I count it and every single night I pray

I got that flame

I got that flame

Gold-getter, gold-runner, blow cheddar, flow better

Being your top 5, boy, it don’t matter

Either way with snow I’m bringing ether flow

I don’t mean to boast but y’all squeakers low

In my eyes y’all seen before, and see gust though I just might bust foe

‘Cause the game go diamonds and ropes

Ever since a youngling I just wanted to ball

I gave up all that because I wasn’t that tall

But now I’m so tall y’all just out at my balls

And we gonna need a lil’ something when we fled the crowds

West dome, some Sierra Leone, I flow like Mary and Jones

‘Cause I run the truck, don’t be mad at me, bro

You should be happy…

Smashing these hoes, the fashion is Vogue

The pyrax here, version will blow

And you niggas ain’t know, it’s like 4 in the morning and we blowing the joe

Man, we acting tough, there ain’t nowhere to go

I got that flame

Middle finger to the ones on my dick, you dump your swag chick off my chain

I got that flame

Rep that east side till we die, y’all motherfuckers know our name

We got that flame

I’m bad about it, money, I count it and every single night I pray

I got that flame

I got that flame