Melvoni | Block Work | FunkFlexFreestyle0006

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Funkmaster Flex - Rap, Trap

Melvoni | Block Work | FunkFlexFreestyle0006

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[Verse] If I up this bitch, I bet his ass he run He talkin' gun play but we don't with play with no guns I get it always, nigga, don't play with my funds We can get it any day, nigga, I know that you buns They ain't show me no love, so I ain't showin' none back I be on my lone so tell that boy to get back And I be with my girl so even bitches gettin' slapped Got the fanny to my chest, so everybody gettin' packed (Uh) How you doin'? Please, don't mind me, I just get a little moody I gotta watch myself, everybody tryna do me People on my soul in exchange of my jewrely Othеrs wanna put me in the hands of a jury I know how to dance, tеll that nigga gettin' suvy Turnin' up these bands is my only fuckin' duty He don't understand, I can tell how he's a nooby Shit I overcame only happens in the movies Hunnids in my pockets down my pants to my knees Hunnids on the dash while I pass by police Hunnids in the drum 'cause they know I play for keeps Keep talkin' out your tongue, you gon' see me in these streets I cannot believe that they still bluffin' You buggin', I duff him, tell at that lil boy he ain't nothin' I better see if y'all runnin' to duckin' When I hit the corner, I'ma get to dumpin' You knew what it was, and you knew what it wasn't Go get your mans, your brother, your cousin You know I don't get a fuck I done made it this far, you know that I ain't givin' up

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  • Melvoni