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yung flex - stone cold lyrics

[verse 1: yung flex]
u_u_ugh, i been up so why they hatin’ now?
lil’ b_tch, put the fit against your sh_t, it ain’t the same amount
u_ugh, dashin’ to the racks just like a paper route
b_tch i’m with the clique outside your sh_t just like we staking out
with my brother, that’s my brother, i’m gon’ die about him
two twin glocks just like its halo, let that fire up out em’
dont let n_ggas catch you slipping, hope his guys’ around him
f_ck you thinking? leave you stinking, like its flies around
dont give a f_ck, two fingers up, just like i’m stone cold
v12 money truck when i get up, i make my own goals
smokin’ dope, lil’ b_tch i’m stuck just like a photo
b_tch i’m yellin’ duck, i’m with my dogs just like its toto

[verse 2: gravedxgger]
in the v12 money truck b_tch, f_ck a photo
if you not shootin’ sh_t, what you got that gun for?
n_ggas talkin’ crazy, ima put em’ through the d_mn floor
got your b_tch up in thе bed, yeah she call mе dora
the way i explore her
hands up her d_mn skirt, yeah she a d_mn flirt
blood on his white shirt
pull up on a n_gga block, make him hit the d_mn curb
walk up in the club, turn that b_tch into a concert
n_ggas know my body, i might f_ck round catch a homi’
make that n_gga shake some, make him hit the ricky bobby
i won’t fall off like i’m roddy, can’t leave without my glockie
yeah these n_ggas, they dont know me
yeah these n_ggas h_lla phony
like i told these other n_ggas me and flex like shaq n’ kobe

- yung flex lyrics

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