Simply put
I don't f*ck with you
Ain't got the time to lose
Aint my shoes to fill
It ain't my turn to choose
In a muse with my myself
Too much time in this room
Been in stealth
Splinter cell when i move
Need a belt cuz they loose
I been hungry as of late
Nother dinner date
Where the f*ck my feast at
Tryna recoup, rewind
Like a recap
Got the scoop
31 flavors
Keep it intact
Hands off
You just degrading the picture
Ain't apart of the fixture
You jus ruin the mixture
I create the elixir
Straight out the fountain of youth
Then distribute it quicker than any drug you could move
Been takin all of your loot
Like john cena, "can't see me"
Bitches freaky got the heeby jeebies
Sleezy but my steeze is too sneaky
They gon always miss me
Like bitch please you gon always miss me
And i don't know how but i put myself first and last
Such a psychopath
Feeding off my wrath
Bitin off my past
Turn my brain to ash
Like you shall not pass
Cash burnin holes in my pockets
Addictions gettin locked in
No
I could never stop it
Til the river run dry
And my food supply droppin
Old habits
They won't ever leave this coffin
High too often i ain't sober enough
I been lookin for a conscience but these voices corrupt
Digging deeper than i thought
But still nothin come up
I been dead for a minute
Got my lungs full of rust
F*cked up
But you already knew that
I ain't tryna die in this town
So bitch scoot back
Who that?
Young dumb f*ck comin up out the crown
Sprayin all these other mother f*ckers down like bang boom bap
4n - 31 Flavors Lyrics
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English
Simply put
I don't f*ck with you
Ain't got the time to lose
Aint my shoes to fill
It ain't my turn to choose
In a muse with my myself
Too much time in this room
Been in stealth
Splinter cell when i move
Need a belt cuz they loose
I been hungry as of late
Nother dinner date
Where the f*ck my feast at
Tryna recoup, rewind
Like a recap
Got the scoop
31 flavors
Keep it intact
Hands off
You just degrading the picture
Ain't apart of the fixture
You jus ruin the mixture
I create the elixir
Straight out the fountain of youth
Then distribute it quicker than any drug you could move
Been takin all of your loot
Like john cena, "can't see me"
Bitches freaky got the heeby jeebies
Sleezy but my steeze is too sneaky
They gon always miss me
Like bitch please you gon always miss me
And i don't know how but i put myself first and last
Such a psychopath
Feeding off my wrath
Bitin off my past
Turn my brain to ash
Like you shall not pass
Cash burnin holes in my pockets
Addictions gettin locked in
No
I could never stop it
Til the river run dry
And my food supply droppin
Old habits
They won't ever leave this coffin
High too often i ain't sober enough
I been lookin for a conscience but these voices corrupt
Digging deeper than i thought
But still nothin come up
I been dead for a minute
Got my lungs full of rust
F*cked up
But you already knew that
I ain't tryna die in this town
So bitch scoot back
Who that?
Young dumb f*ck comin up out the crown
Sprayin all these other mother f*ckers down like bang boom bap
I don't f*ck with you
Ain't got the time to lose
Aint my shoes to fill
It ain't my turn to choose
In a muse with my myself
Too much time in this room
Been in stealth
Splinter cell when i move
Need a belt cuz they loose
I been hungry as of late
Nother dinner date
Where the f*ck my feast at
Tryna recoup, rewind
Like a recap
Got the scoop
31 flavors
Keep it intact
Hands off
You just degrading the picture
Ain't apart of the fixture
You jus ruin the mixture
I create the elixir
Straight out the fountain of youth
Then distribute it quicker than any drug you could move
Been takin all of your loot
Like john cena, "can't see me"
Bitches freaky got the heeby jeebies
Sleezy but my steeze is too sneaky
They gon always miss me
Like bitch please you gon always miss me
And i don't know how but i put myself first and last
Such a psychopath
Feeding off my wrath
Bitin off my past
Turn my brain to ash
Like you shall not pass
Cash burnin holes in my pockets
Addictions gettin locked in
No
I could never stop it
Til the river run dry
And my food supply droppin
Old habits
They won't ever leave this coffin
High too often i ain't sober enough
I been lookin for a conscience but these voices corrupt
Digging deeper than i thought
But still nothin come up
I been dead for a minute
Got my lungs full of rust
F*cked up
But you already knew that
I ain't tryna die in this town
So bitch scoot back
Who that?
Young dumb f*ck comin up out the crown
Sprayin all these other mother f*ckers down like bang boom bap
Writer: sam miranda
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