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Aaryn Joseph Hill
Aaryn Joseph Hill
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Aaryn Joseph Hill
Aaryn Joseph Hill
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Flame Daddy Flame Hol' up Bitch I'm stacking paper Smoke something when I wake up Living like a playa This something I can't make up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Bitch I'm stacking paper Smoke something when I wake up Living like a playa This something I can't make up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Don't say it if you ain't finna do it (know you ain't) I ran up a bag and I went stupid (in the paint) Made it to the top like bitch I knew it I came in feeling like Big Sean lil bitch I do it You in my way that's ludicrous you need to move bitch Had to graduate I'm on some new shit I got all the sauce cuz bitch I'm too legit Niggas broke I swear to god that they got used to it Im on some new shit, I'm in an old whip Banging old Flip, with some old benjis I'm getting dough bitch and act like I don't know niggas I made a quick decision then hopped on the road nigga I exercise my right to vote I exercise my right to tote I exercise my right to smoke I be blowed, nigga stoned Really I was hitting roads just to get a little dough Nigga I was broke before Now, I got racks for show Bitch I'm stacking paper Smoke something when I wake up Living like a playa This something I can't make up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Bitch I'm stacking paper Smoke something when I wake up Living like a playa This something I can't make up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up I ain't tripping not one bit and yeah I know they hate it I got the glow I'm rocking gold I'm feeling like a Dayton I put that shit in motion boy I'm feeling like I'm Payton I'm really out here on my shit I'm feeling like I made it You in yo bag Flame Yeah I know they hate it This shit slapping ain't it Yeah I know I made it I hit the road to Vegas I got some chips flavor Imma god nigga Imma innovator Im the flame creator, a real renovator I can make some money I just need a pen and paper Ain't got no time to play no games hell no this shit ain't Sega You out here arguing with yo bitch hell no that shit ain't playa These niggas swear to God they real I promise they some fakers A nigga ballin Laker, these niggas better pay up Ain't finna take a pay cut These niggas better pay up A nigga got his cake up I really got my cake up Bitch I'm stacking paper Smoke something when I wake up Living like a playa This something I can't make up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Bitch I'm stacking paper Smoke something when I wake up Living like a playa This something I can't make up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up Really got my cake up I really got my cake up
Writer(s): Aaryn Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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