where the real one go
where the real one go, where the real one go, where the real one go...here we go dizzy who Flex cause i think they know, my life be about that bag, so let real one go, man that shit is sad, tell me where the real one go, tell mewhere the real one go, help me cause i need to know, spose to see the plan my time its my time, i flex seal your coke lines, got business phones on both lines, and thick thighs on pork rinds, i mashed that potatoe heat the pot up then i lay low, you play with me i fold you up and tuck your ass now play doe, hate to see me pick it up, broskee let me drop it now,o hate to bring the old me back and hit his ass wit that okinow, tip toeing through the parking lot somebody help him wit a wet towel, i whip it out you might lose your bowel, i must admit so in denial, im late but im here though im bout to bring a coke and smile, aint have the cake when you went ro trial, so i chase it down the car isle, try to meet em down the carlile, damn i aint seen you in a while, the streets changed but its still the same, fake niggas act like they dont know your name, they stunting now and these hoes hard to tame, cuz hitting now i left they was so lame, and covid gor me switching lanes, go bumper clad for this pocket change, im trying put something on nighas brain, get to slipping on that blood stain, told em cuz dont miss the train, got the golden ticket but im still the same, move dolo when im out wit maine, where they go ape shit for that t-pain, so rip to ill will and rip to terell too, you aint missing shit you wasnt up to, thats why this ones for you tell me what im spose to do, they out here and i am too, the feds like a gang too, they quick to come play peek-a-boo, and go step for step on your tennis shoe, aint a rainy day on my venue, girl im way to gentle, and im leaping to what im into, these niggas on pea soup, i fully hold that sports coup, i seperated from the whole group, cause fake friends go body count and hoes stomp down on ug boots, ill spin around for a large amount, he shoots and scores thats a winning shot, dont tell nobody he too hot, so tell me where the real one go, tell me where the real one go, tell me where the real one go, they fall now to a halo, no xbox this techno, this noon time on the metro, hear johnnie boy through the echo,
You may also like
Leave a comment
where the real one go, where the real one go, where the real one go...here we go dizzy who Flex cause i think they know, my life be about that bag, so let real one go, man that shit is sad, tell me where the real one go, tell mewhere the real one go, help me cause i need to know, spose to see the plan my time its my time, i flex seal your coke lines, got business phones on both lines, and thick thighs on pork rinds, i mashed that potatoe heat the pot up then i lay low, you play with me i fold you up and tuck your ass now play doe, hate to see me pick it up, broskee let me drop it now,o hate to bring the old me back and hit his ass wit that okinow, tip toeing through the parking lot somebody help him wit a wet towel, i whip it out you might lose your bowel, i must admit so in denial, im late but im here though im bout to bring a coke and smile, aint have the cake when you went ro trial, so i chase it down the car isle, try to meet em down the carlile, damn i aint seen you in a while, the streets changed but its still the same, fake niggas act like they dont know your name, they stunting now and these hoes hard to tame, cuz hitting now i left they was so lame, and covid gor me switching lanes, go bumper clad for this pocket change, im trying put something on nighas brain, get to slipping on that blood stain, told em cuz dont miss the train, got the golden ticket but im still the same, move dolo when im out wit maine, where they go ape shit for that t-pain, so rip to ill will and rip to terell too, you aint missing shit you wasnt up to, thats why this ones for you tell me what im spose to do, they out here and i am too, the feds like a gang too, they quick to come play peek-a-boo, and go step for step on your tennis shoe, aint a rainy day on my venue, girl im way to gentle, and im leaping to what im into, these niggas on pea soup, i fully hold that sports coup, i seperated from the whole group, cause fake friends go body count and hoes stomp down on ug boots, ill spin around for a large amount, he shoots and scores thats a winning shot, dont tell nobody he too hot, so tell me where the real one go, tell me where the real one go, tell me where the real one go, they fall now to a halo, no xbox this techno, this noon time on the metro, hear johnnie boy through the echo,
Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
shit decent you just need to turn the beat down some n turn ur vocals up Bars: Great 🎉 Delivery: Great 🎉 Impression: Dope 🔥
tention up!! Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Great 🎉 Impression: Can improve 👏
Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥