Flakeover - Mayalino Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Flakeover de Mayalino

Flakeover est une chanson de Mayalino pour laquelle les paroles ont été ajoutées le 18 avril 2013.

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Put them birds in the air, I'm a millionaire
Open fire, bullet wound, stool grizzly bear
Man all my niggas tommy, open heart surgery
When niggas shoot the tummy
This capone era, see more faces than an old mirror
Blood diamonds give me cold shivers
The feeling when the coke glitters
3 cellphones make you sell quicker
Acetone on the kilo, now the profit bigger
Money lurch monster, stacks bigger
Gold plated, all the snakes on medusa
Lino and versace cup, entre beluga
Cartel money, go to war with bazooka
Gold desert eagle, barel looking like a tuba
Homie this the flakeover, flakeover
Tony meet sosa, helicopter killin frank soldier
Once they pull the plug man the game's over


[Refrain]
Dope fiends, on the butts
Grandma know, what's going on
Till the next door neighbor call the laws
I'ma be right here getting my drug money
Dope fiends, on the butts
Grandma know, what's going on
Till the next door neighbor call the laws
I'ma be right here getting my drug money

Man the other shit prohibit
Baby mama sneaking in, ounces to the prison
All of this shit for real, I'm sellin 20 bags in prison
Bone crush metal on my waist line listen
50 grand in post stamps, lord my witness
Stove water baptize it, let it cool down
Put a blanket on it, instagram the coke money
With some naked strippers plankin on it
Eat this ...like mart balls
The killer broke down it, like a bag full of golf balls
Rick james puddy, all them bitches got straws
Make a movie in the plats raw
If the devil wore prada, then givanchi keeps the gods on
That's hard, white matemathics
In a double r white, with the medic cabin
Roof's drawn like a perfect sketch
10 birds gone and we still gotta sell the rest

[Refrain]
Dope fiends, on the butts
Grandma know, what's going on
Till the next door neighbor call the laws
I'ma be right here getting my drug money
Dope fiends, on the butts
Grandma know, what's going on
Till the next door neighbor call the laws
I'ma be right here getting my drug money.


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