Top Songs By FlawdaBoyRoger
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Ram Ramirez
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BEATSBYSAV
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I been beefing way too much they telling me I need to slow down
but fuck that, I'm screaming smoke I want some more rounds
I'm fresh as fuck I smell like dope, I need some more pounds
I told her for to back it up and then turn it around
King of the TOOTURNTGANG and I could never drop my crown
FLB that's what I bang behind this shit we lay you down
and I hear you want my head that's what I heard around the town
**** switching just like bitches now you looking like a clown
Mama told me **** fake better watch the way you move
Ima tell this shit straight ima always speak the truth
if you moving a lil loose, tighten you up with a screw
like a mechanic ima fix you with that tool
Get it popping get it rocking cock it back straight to his noggin
If you sad, bummy, broke, that type of shit you got to stop it
Yea my raps facts and flows all the shit I spit retarded
Ass fat cute toes everything she got I want it
Told her back it up and you know me im finna break it down
I got a couple opps but they some pussies they ain't making sound
Im thuggin til the end I will not change until they take me out
I can't hear a thing you saying this Za' im smoking way too loud
Yea Im back up in my zone, if you ain't fucking know
I told my bro don't trust that bitch cause she a fucking shone
I could tell these **** cap they noses started to grow
I won't hand you a lil strap if you ain't down to blow
I've been living way too fast yea they telling me to go slow
and these bitches setting traps quick to tell a stupid hoe no
and they can't set me up cause they knowing that I won't go
and if you turn up then that pistol is gone blow, oh
Don't hesitate drag 'em down to his grave
With that K we gone lay ' em down today
Where he lays no you can't see his face
Casket closed that's a motherfucking dirty game
Yea my Brodie got a pole he got it straight from out of a lick
I know hella **** out late tryna catch a hit
Chop chop chop chop chop piss me off I send a blitz
Cold blooded steppers run with me not riding with no snitch
Yea he got it from the trenches dirty money made his fit
Yea he rolling off a pill might just give you a lil stitch
Like if he Lilo with the blick
I won't speak to a cop only thing he heard is fuck a pig
Written by: Roger Ramirez