PROBLEM - Bleezy Flow lyrics
rate meI stay with it and place with it
Your bitch ain’t shit, that’s the line city
Time and lain, ain’t no line switchin’
If we swing we ain’t missin’
Do our thing, we ain’t snitchin’
Chain shoes in my chains bitches
Good dick it won’t change bitches
Your marks out here try to came bitches
My foolies all in my chain glissen
Shootin’ dice in the base kitchen
Please fight right in then jaize
Keep on talkin’ I’mma need ‘em faze
Drop all in line, try to get ‘em jaize
Cuz we are out here guapin’ try to dug and rates
Can’t close it on that fucked up page
There ain’t no such thing as I have enough change
(Hook)
Hit on the swivel, think the devil try to fallow me
Brand new car, came equivalent new technology
He’ll be bustin’ on the league, you gotta do some salla wing
Seems like everybody want a fuckin’ problem, MIO finely
I made it finely, finely
I said I’m ‘bout that now, finely
(Verse)
Nigga I’ve been on
Around my hood I’m alive
Askin’ pay shades, this on long way
Baby said she wanna blow my mind
I was in ‘em streets, my nigga pay to go
East side nigga, that’s amazin’ show
Bad look baby, I was trane to go
I use to bang silly sell on occasion dog
Tighed it up, bag it up
Sure stop the homies, is you mad or what?
Pass all fife or a pass and bug?
Come here swingin’ so cold, bitches mad in luck
I gotta be on boy face, my nigga JO
Lookin’, lookin’ now, boy I sit ‘em down
Diamblin’ lane down from that edge to the four line
Nigga from the air, with the shoes on the close line
Fours play on tag, niggas body bad
Turned that fan niggas lookin’ so cool in the VIP
I use to leave duel in the bitch
Eat the pussy sick, I’mma kill her
Roll to the back, I ain’t hatin’on that nigga
Your nigga go real, well I go realer
Keep pocket for the stacks adds to my all zone
Heard my nigga feelings comin’ throw on that ill go
(Hook)
(Verse)
Nigga I’ve been on too
In the motherfucker roary, erybody ain’t real
Anybody wanna rap here, anybody ain’t build
Got a bad bitch with me and she thinkin’ in the quip
I’mma king, I’mma beast, no limit like Zip
Got my porch with a zip in that empty car a mil
Pow with my fetty, let it get you that pill
Put some chains on the brain, give his ass the whole clip
But until I’m out in Vegas get it load all in street line
They be sleepin’ on the dealer
Guess this niggas ain’t knowin’
Had to fall and roll so hard
Cuz the police had to come and kick the motherfucker dope
And you ain’t never had a pack, get melt to your child
Gotta drop it in the pattern once she hit it with the wap
You ain’t never had to rap, put the strap in the lack
With the people in that real and can’t look back
They play your ass sober, that’s the motherfucker rap
Your goin’ down boy, that’s the motherfuckin’ fact
Them nigga told me what you really know about that
(Hook)
