Flamerz Flow - Meek Mill

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Samuel Gloade

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What it do 30

What it do 30

One false move you a goner

We was maskin' up before corona

Young n***a hangin' out the Bentley

While I'm swinging 'round the corner

Paper tag this is not a loaner

D**g dealer this one for the owners

This ain't for the leasers

Tom Ford loafers you could never tie my sneakers

Put her on the block list I'm like"Bye Felicia"

I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita

And shorty she be wildin' it's no way that I'ma eat her

F**k her I don't feed her I just f**k hеr I don't need her

I'm like"We just tryna win s**t" Glock fourth gеn s**t

Clear clip extend s**t don't fear s**t we bend s**t

Two friends kissin' on the yacht that's like a friendship

New Benz when we hit they block we spinnin' they're s**t

We be ridin' bulletproof 'cause we be really in s**t

He was ridin' bulletproof we shot it 'til we flipped it

N***a I was sturdy back when I was dirty

Started with an ounce had twenty million by the time I'm thirty

I was in and out deep in that field where n***as die by thirty

Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy ya' dig

Condo in Tribeca got my mom in Jersey

I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me

I was rich as f**k ain't play my cell I'm out here bright and early

Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees you dig

Plain Jane Richard five-hundred-eighty Benz

S**t expensive gotta watch the way you shake my hand

I make the Richie match the Virgil I just changed the band

They killed my daddy I was five and I got made a man