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e 40 – flashin’ lyrics

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e 40 – flashin’ lyrics

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e 40 – flashin’ lyrics


Song Lyrics :

ooh ooh
flashin’
ooh

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i’m goin’ off that boyd dawg through purina chow chow
pow pow hot lead on a n-gg- head
chest out never understood grew up in the hood
never knew right from wrong
get to dumpin’ on a n-gg- for nothin’ for no reason
mannish little knucklehead hard head heathen
meanin’ give a f-ck about life i seen my momma
stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife

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when i was three years old, finally figured it out
that’s why a n-gg- sold c-ke, clientele and clout
without a motherf-ckin’ doubt, take a n-gg- out
for trying to go between my motherf-ckin’ paper route
wet his -ss up, that n-gg- see and go
fully automatic convertible i’m a wipe away arsonist
fire extinguisher, if you ain’t spittin’ heat then motherf-cker
you betta d-mn sure be workin’ for me or else you’re f-cked

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either that, i get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
dope game got me like this, certify high
smokin’ more bomb than cheech and chong, i’m sayin’
hit up denny’s resteraunt and order a gang of food
run up out of that prejudiced f-ck -ss motherf-cker
without even havin’ any n kind of intention on even payin’

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d-mn near flashin’, that’s what the f-ck i’m doin’
and i’m blastin’ up in this motherf-cker
i got my motherf-ckin’ heater out and i’m sayin’ f-ck the world
i’m p-ssin’ on everything, f-ck it, n-gg- i’m flashin’, i’m actin’ bad
i got all kind of marbles on the motherf-ckin’ table
and i’m tellin’ a motherf-cker you touch my sh-t and i’m flashin’

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understand my sh-t, the situation is way d-mn real
motherf-cker i’m drunk off the sh-t
and i’m breakin’ bottles on the pavement, i’m flashin’
n-gg- i’m out there bad i’m poppin’ in the air for nothin’
n-gg- for no apparent reason i’m duh duh duh duh check it out
at this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck

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about to light the n-gg- crib up
bang bang shoot ’em up claim fame
got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
three in the mornin’ it’s hard labor chasin’ paper
n-gg- twerkin’, go to several russian car
clickers come esouped with vcr’s
microwave ovens and credit cards

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pullin’ all kind of heavy metal straps
beatin’ nijjas down with b-mper jacks
lip’s b-tches overseas shoot cr-p
try to have more paper than a factory
motherf-ckers gettin’ to showin’ out when the yard flexes
liable, blow a whole on a psycho
vital, lookin’ out for the rival tribal dead on arrival

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psycho, it’s all about survival
quarter ounce zippers is on
run up in his home white sock or bone
with the chrome pistal, pistol whip a n-gg-
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and hammer
bakin’ soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
can’t win, especially when a n-gg- packin’
fetti stackin’, mashin’, flashin’

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i’m flashin’, the elroy’s pulled me over
and put the flashlight to my window and told me i was speedin’
and i got to, flashin’ on they -ss
i got to actin’ like a demon the motherf-ckers told me
the other day i go to turn off my p g and e
n-gg- and i got to actin’ bad and i got to flashin’

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on a motherf-cker, motherf-cker come out there
talkin’ crazy to me lookin’ at me crazy up in the motherf-ckin’ sto’
and i said, “b-tch i’m flashin'”
don’t let me get to flashin’ on yo’ -ss n-gg-
motherf-cker up in the club, and a motherf-cker step on my shoe
and i got to flashin’

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it’s all bad, motherf-cker used to be comrade
used to f-ck the same hoes, wear jeff clothes
closer than a b-gg-r to a nose, choosin’ vogues
slammin’ cadillac do’s together, cookin’ crack
gettin’ eighteens if it’s back, overkill
put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout

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for the state troop, might shoot
durin’ the drug deal flippin’ at the mouth
voluntarily raps your motherf-ckin’ folkers out
tight about since little league, boy scouts
paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk

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i’m uh, i’m ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
she gonna get h-lla stanky if you’re get teared up
but us n-gg-s don’t bring me back
my motherf-ckin’ duffel bag, i squinges off the hinges
lean ballin’, alcohol and weed
a thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed

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a criminal record a full of dirty deeds
givin’ n-gg-z black eyes and bl–dy lips
cauliflower ears and extra clips
gun clappin’ music slappin’ party crashin’
brash and motherf-cker flashin’

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the holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
made my check late and i got to, flashin’ on motherf-ckers
next door neighbor hollerin’ that sh-t about my beat too loud
i walked up the motherf-ckin’ steps and i got ta
tellin that b-tch i’m flashin’
send a rookie to the store to bring me back some rossi ron

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he brought me back chablis, and i get to flashin’
on that b-tch -ss motherf-cker, silly n-gg-
yknahmsayin’? a motherf-cker up in this motherf-cker flashin’
get to testin’ my t-st-cl-s n-gg- and i’ma flash on yo’ -ss

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bad word get back to me and i’m flashin’
lost all my money up in the dice game and i flash
didn’t let me up in the club cafe echelon and go to flashin’
dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and i’m flashed
big willie cashed my hawkin’ money water so i took it to scottie’s
to keep myself from flashin’

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bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
for some ice and i flashed
got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
when i got home i seen them motherf-ckers
and they -ss was in the red, i got to flashin’
i tell ya, b-tch these n-gg-z i tell ya
sh-t i tell ya, sh-t sh-t sh-t sh-t b-tch, sh-t

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- e 40 lyrics

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