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Flatline
845
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flatline adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Fluhkunxhkos tarafından 17 Eylül 2019 tarihinde yayınlandı900 Degrees
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Çıkış Tarihi17 Eylül 2019
FirmaFluhkunxhkos
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM73

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fluhkunxhkos
Fluhkunxhkos
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Basil Escott Hazlewood
Basil Escott Hazlewood
Lyrics

Şarkı sözleri

Gang, RSG
23, mob shit, ****
Yhap
I'm on 19-41 (Front street)
With my palm on my gun (Gang)
And a big bag of Runtz (You know it)
You fuckniggas ain't no nu'n (At all)
Roll the stick in my hand (For real)
You keep your shit in the trunk (Ha)
It ain't shit to pull up (At all)
Draw down, aim, leave you slumped (Puh)
Boy, that's not what you want (Bitch)
My young **** shoot for fun (For real)
My young **** kill for nu'n (You know it)
We got sticks, we got drums (Ay)
Up that trip, watch 'em run (They bitch')
They bitin' the drip, they my sons (What?)
**** ain't front line (At all)
Leave they ass flatline (On gang)
Pull up with that Glock 9 (Skrt)
Shoot a **** in his spine (Puh, puh)
Man, these **** ain't fuckin' slime (What?)
I smell bacon, **** swine (On gang)
Young **** bangin' the Basement (Whoa)
Came to rule, I'm in my prime (Bitch)
I ain't had shit given (At all), all my life I had to grind (Slime)
Man, you ain't slime you ain't my kind (Bitch)
You ain't no snake, you can't relate (You know it)
I set him up, he took the bait (What?)
I get a fucknigga erased (Gang, gang)
Can't trap 'round here, ****, it ain't safe (Bitch)
Twin eatin' all the plates (On gang)
We got pints by the crate (Ay)
Any **** plottin', I'm aimin' for his face (Puh)
I'm on 19-41 (Front street)
With my palm on my gun (Gang)
And a big bag of Runtz (You know it)
You fuckniggas ain't no nu'n (At all)
Roll the stick in my hand (For real)
You keep your shit in the trunk (Ha)
It ain't shit to pull up (At all)
Draw down, aim, leave you slumped (Puh)
Boy, that's not what you want (Bitch)
My young **** shoot for fun (For real)
My young **** kill for nu'n (You know it)
We got sticks, we got drums (Ay)
Up that trip, watch 'em run (They bitch')
They bitin' the drip, they my sons (What?)
**** ain't front line (At all)
Leave they ass flatline (On gang)
Written by: Basil Escott Hazlewood
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