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Denzel Curry - BLACK FLAG FREESTYLE ft. That Mexican OT (Official Music Video)
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Credits

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

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, y'all know what time it is
Black flag on everything, stay protected
Move real smooth, know what I'm sayin'?
Don't spare nothin', let's go
[Chorus]
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)
Being broke my kryptonite (Huh), being rich my superpower (Huh)
Smokin' on these bitter ****, 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, **** realer (Ayy)
I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla (Nah)
[Verse 1]
Take these **** to escuela, ****, I speak Español (Boom)
I don't deal with pussy ****, never hang with messy hoes (No)
Hangin' with them Cubans, boy, you thought he was from Mexico
One love to my Jamaican ****, 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, **** 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 ****, mane, y'all hoes must've forgot (Ayy)
I am not an emo rapper and I ain't no fuckin' herd **** (What else?)
I was whoopin' ass since the first, second, and third, **** (What else?)
Girls that be in love with me be the type to curve **** (Curve)
Your hoes take a cock or two, so that bitch a bird, ****
Put me in The Firm, ****, look at what I earned, ****
I'ma keep it P, only thing missin' is a perm, **** (What up?)
[Chorus]
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)
Being broke my kryptonite (Huh), being rich my superpower (Huh)
Smokin' on these bitter ****, 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, **** realer (Ayy)
I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla (Nah)
[Verse 2]
Brown flag on my steering wheel
I'm so stuck, I'm stirring still
Fucked her, had an oil spill
This Draco built like Bushwick Bill
Like I'm from New York, I'm a rebel and rowdy
Pull out this long-nose revolver like, "Howdy"
Coolin' at South Park, high as fuck like Towelie
Sippin' on Crayola, Slapwood 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 out of Texas, we keepin' it trill
Got Kill Bill and we got King of the Hill
I'm a Activis sipper, I stay crackin' seals
Cocaine, get a hit in a hundred-dollar bill
I'ma delete 'em with millimeters, nah, for real
I cut open people, you just Dr. Phil
I'm beefin' with alligators 'cause I killed they cousin
Just to make his bitch ass into boots
Tejano to the bone, I'm strong with the roots
Got a mouth full of diamonds, lookin' like Fruity Loops
[Refrain]
They know I'm the truth, make them disappear, poof
Hit from the back, make the pussy go poof
Traphouse in the south, got shooters on the roof
I'm a dog-ass Mexican, woof-woof-woof
They know I'm the truth, make them disappear, poof
Hit from the back, make the pussy go poof
Traphouse in the south, got shooters on the roof
I'm a dog-ass Mexican, woof-woof-woof
[Chorus]
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)
Being broke my kryptonite (Huh), being rich my superpower (Huh)
Smokin' on these bitter ****, 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, **** realer (Ayy)
I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla (Nah)
Written by: D. Curry, D. Hill, R. Johnson, R. Thomas, Rickie Lamar Thomas, VIRGIL GAZCA, Wojciech Kilar
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