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Flame Roger
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Flame Roger
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Lyrics
And this is it
You're not gonna have this problems
Fuck the drugs, fuck the cigarettes
Fuck that dumb bitch
It all stars fucking today, all right?
No more fucking excuses
That's the fucking-
This is the year, of the fucking soldier
(Hah)
(Hah)
Backseat watchin' all my homies success
God, for real, for me, that's a blessing (Brr)
Ridin' the truck, without thinking what's going on
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm missing
Miss sneaky, freaky, I'm getting outta my world
And a kinda some dumb (Hah)
Runnin' the city, and I got two bitches for me
And a lady, that money she wants (Fire, fire)
I want that one, that drives me crazy, blow (Blow)
Thinking 'bout my flow (Flow)
Got some Nike, and some Yeezys
And bitches roundin' the back of my block (Hah, yeah)
I'm not afraid of whatever that comes
Got no fears and phobias
Clearly seein', this we don't have myopia
I'ma feel like Travis Scott in UTOPIA
I'm rockin', geekin', lockin'
All my doors that don't have lock (Lock)
Oh, bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'
In this bitch that wanna more (More)
Can't stop and controlling the flex (Flex)
Who wants, neither, one more, no one less (Less)
No more secrets, just confess (Fess)
Jumpin', and jumpin' and woo
Gold in my mouth
I'm withdrawing money for mission
Ass and titties, titties, I would pay a fuckin' million
Feelin' like joker, feel like I'm a villian
Believe or not, this is just our religion
Don't worry 'bout cops, we controlling the prision
And fuck y'all, who don't believe in my homies (Phew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Tsss-hah)
Yeah, yeah (Flamy this too hot)
(Hah)
Kilos de grasa, abajo de mi almohada, ey (Mohada, mohada)
Las babys se me pegan como ranas, ey (Rana, rana)
Joseo toda la perra semana
Clase ejecutiva, siempre hay vuelo
Mis negros en la cara
Te hacen cien mil agujeros (Yeah, yeah, yeah-eah)
Desde que me metí en el ruedo, soy siempre el primero
Desde que me ven (Yeah, yeah-eah)
Se meten solos pal' agujero
Diamantes en mi cuello y parezco joyero (Yeah)
Para comprarlos
Cheques uno con seis ceros (Con seis ceros, ooh-ah)
Kilos de grasa, abajo de mi almohada, ey
Kilos de grasa, abajo de mi almohada, yeah
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