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DENZEL CURRY (FT. THAT MEXICAN OT) - BLACK FLAG FREESTYLE | From The Block Performance 🎙
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Dewayne Hill
Derrick Dewayne Hill
Songwriter
R. Thomas
R. Thomas
Songwriter
R. Johnson
R. Johnson
Songwriter
V. Gazca
V. Gazca
Songwriter
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
187
Producer
Nate Burgess
Nate Burgess
Recording Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, y'all know what time it is Black flag on e'rythang, stay protected Move real smooth, know I'm sayin'? Don't spare nothin', let's go Ayy, black flag all on my mic (on my mic) I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right (hey) Bein' broke my kryptonite (uh), bein' rich my superpower (huh) Smokin' on these bitter niggas, in my hood, we call it sour (smoke) From the Southside of FLA, been through Dade and Broward Musty-ass Kush on me, smellin' like a golden shower (the shower) Yeah, I like my weed louder, bitches badder, niggas realer (ayy) I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla (nah) Take these niggas to escuela, nigga, I speak Español (boom) I don't deal with pussy niggas, never hang with messy hoes (no) Hangin' with 'em Cubans, boy, you thought he was from Mexico One love to my Jamaican niggas, sak pasé to all my Zoes I don't even speak creole, bitch, I only speak my mind (huh) If my music made you deaf, then, bitch, my jewelry made you blind (bling, baow) Did it all with one flow, niggas used to double-time (uh-huh) Yeah, I used to smart-talk, but now I had to dumb it down (dumb it down) Straight record Zel, bitch, I'm blowin' up the spot (ayy) I'm a Carol City nigga, mane, y'all hoes musta forgot (ayy) I am not an emo rapper and I ain't no fuckin' herd nigga (what else?) I was whoopin' ass since the first, second, and third, nigga (what else?) Girls that be in love with me, be the type to curve niggas (curve) Your hoes take a cock or two, so that bitch a bird, nigga Put me in The Firm, nigga, look at what I earned, nigga I'ma keep it P, only thing missin' is a perm, nigga (what up?) Ayy, black flag all on my mic (on my mic) I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right (hey) Bein' broke my kryptonite (uh), bein' rich my superpower (huh) Smokin' on these bitter niggas, in my hood, we call it sour (smoke) From the Southside of FLA, been through Dade and Broward Musty-ass Kush on me, smellin' like a golden shower (the shower) Yeah, I like my weed louder, bitches badder, niggas realer (ayy) I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla Brown flag on my steerin' wheel, I'm so stuck, I'm steerin' still Fucked her, had an oil spill, this Draco built like Bushwick Bill Like I'm from New York, I'm a real born rider, pull out this long-nose revolver like, "Howdy" Coolin' at South Park, high as fuck like Towelie, sippin' on Crayola, Backwood full of Maui I'm so cold, I put the burr in Burberry, pants sag 'cause my dick and balls too heavy Turn his noodle pack into spaghetti, then ride with his body on the hood of the Chevy FLA, what the fuck is the deal? Bitch, I'm straight outta Texas, we keepin' it trill Got Kill Bill in me, got King of the Hill, I'm an Activis sipper, I stay crackin' seals Cocaine get a hit and a hunnid-dollar bill, I'ma delete him with millimeters, nah, for real I cut it off with people, you just like to feel, I'm beefin' with alligators 'cause I killed they cousin Just to make his bitch ass into boots, I went to the bone, I'm strong with the roots Got a mouth full of diamonds, lookin' like Fruity Loops They know I'm the truth, make 'em disappear, poof Hit from the back, make the pussy go poof Trap house in the south, got shooters on the roof I'm a dawg-ass Mexican, woof-woof-woof They know I'm the truth, make 'em disappear, poof Hit from the back, make the pussy go poof Trap house in the south, got shooters on the roof I'm a dawg-ass Mexican, woof-woof-woof Ayy, black flag all on my mic (on my mic) I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right (hey) Bein' broke my kryptonite (uh), bein' rich my superpower (huh) Smokin' on these bitter niggas, in my hood, we call it sour (smoke) From the Southside of FLA, been through Dade and Broward Musty-ass Kush on me, smellin' like a golden shower (the shower) Yeah, I like my weed louder, bitches badder, niggas realer (ayy) I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla
Writer(s): D. Curry, D. Hill, R. Johnson, R. Thomas, V. Gazca Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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