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halfmari - flavor w/ yung_rocky lyrics

[intro]
mari 2slimey, y’all n_ggas is shrimps
i ball like i’m kemp, i hang on the rim
your girly ain’t even ask for my pr_nouns
she already knowin’ i’m him
i got arms, no limbs
f_cked up, i do harm of whims

[chorus]
she wanna ride on my boat, i hope that you float
i will not dive in the water to save her
she said i’m a goat, i already know
she only say that cause she want my paper
i got them baddies in 10 different genres
i got them b_tches in flavors
i let her suck it, she said it’s an honor
she said she likin’ the flavor

[verse 1]
hm, yeah, she likin’ the taste
shorty, let’s hop in a wraith
i train her like megan, she’s shakin’ the bass
you n_ggas be beggin’ for comments and plays
i tell that b_tch that we kickin’ it
we is on fire, we livin’ it like liu kang
up in the telly, she l!ckin’ it, fl!ckin’ it
i asked to put my d_ck in it, she said okay
i guess you cannot understand
i am a user, that girl is a stand
kinda h_rny, give me head by the stand
all this money for me, i won’t borrow no bands
peter pan, i can’t wait till i land
it’s bout a hundred racks in my hand
you not my homie, don’t call me fam
feel like i’m epic with an fn
[verse 2] (yung_rocky)
it’s rocky sensei
in the trap, i’m flippin’ mof_ckin’ packs
me and mari off of pills, smokin’ thrax
you ain’t finna use that gun, lil’ bro, relax
ain’t signing for sh_t unless it’s supermax
23_32, i’m countin’ up these racks
g2c on my hip, you know i never lack
and i get to preachin’ like i’m tobymac
emo b_tch in the trap, i’m servin up some crack
i get some money, swervin’ in the kia
my chopper sing a song just like aaliyah
i could never f_ck with b_tches named sophia
my mexican plug last name garcia
f_ck around too much, and you get doxxed
got shooters in dallas, leave you in a box
turn dumb b_tches right into a vox
i’m actively shootin’ b_tches anywhere
switch on the ak, chop your hair
and i smoke yo grandmother in my square
this ak drum, get louder than a snare
lil’ bro, you too useless, you wastin’ air
my lil’ white b_tch name is claire
switch on the g2c, will make em’ float
i got spics, i’m hoppin’ off the boat
[chorus]
she wanna ride on my boat, i hope that you float
i will not dive in the water to save her
she said i’m a goat, i already know
she only say that cause she want my paper
i got them baddies in 10 different genres
i got them b_tches in flavors
i let her suck it, she said it’s an honor
she said she likin’ the flavor

[verse 3]
you wanna ride on my boat, i hope that you know
i will not dive in the water to save you
she said i’m a goat, like i do not know
that b_tch won’t get none of my paper
i got them baddies in 10 different genres
got them in 10 different flavors
i let her suck it, she said it’s honor
she treat me like the savior

[verse 4]
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
i never learned to fold up
i never learned to switch up
left my switches in the back of the pickup
she said she love me, i told her, i figured
yeah, i figure
don’t give your heart to the n_gga
still the realest she gon’ have
pop out, bullets rip through the glass
walk out with a glock and some mags
only when i’m in the jet, i lag
yo b_tch gon’ give me some neck, so fast
one thing about me, i get the bag
i got no time for these b_tches
but i got the flavor, so i might just start a store
the n_gga just stay gettin’ richer
i’m seein’ my haters and all of my opps is poor
i got twists, i won’t lock the door
shot up for rocks that you can’t afford
feel like i’m german, i hop in a porsche
eat panini in aventador
eat my weenie like a carnivore
said she aries, that’s a sign of wh0res
jittleyangin up in baltimore
fl, i’m just throwin’ up fours
songs smell, n_gga, you is so ass
i can tell that you don’t got a dad
give them h_ll, now these n_ggas is mad
i got sh_lls, shoot him right in his back
i’m gettin’ guala like so d_mn fast
n_ggas is lookin’ like, how you do that
f_ck her good, then i’m bootin’ her ass
in your hood, boy, i’m shootin’ your ass
[outro]
(shootin’ your ass, shootin’ your ass)
(i’m shootin’ your ass, i’m shootin’ your ass)
(like why is you mad, b_tch n_gga why you mad)
(i’m shootin’ your ass, i’m shootin’ your ass)
(b_tch n_gga why you.. mad)

- halfmari lyrics

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