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Flo Milli - Fine Ho, Stay Album Lyrics



Flo Milli - Fine Ho, Stay Lyrics






Understand

Blow, blow-blow out a cloud of smoke, hypnotized, symbolized
(Bugz on the beat) blow out a cloud of smoke
Flo Milli shit (hypnotized)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Four words I live by, "F*ck you, pay me"
They take shots, but shit don't phase me
Bitch, you a thot
Don't even know you, so how you my opp? (Huh?)
Can't even count all the looks that I got
Can't even keep it if I wore it out
He got some heart, but I'm breakin' it (aw)
Look at that f*ck nigga pourin' it out (haha, haha, haha)
Think I'm his lady like Gaga, Gaga
I like them niggas that stay with that fah-fah (grrah)
Diamonds, they on me, they dancin' like Cha Cha (ooh)
I'm ghostin' niggas, poof (bye), voilà
He want that na-na, I told him, "Nah, nah"
Take me out shoppin', not Benihanas
Cocaine from Paris, it's givin' Prada
They got me f*cked up, I'm f*ckin' up commas (okay)

I understand that I'm different
These bitches gon' talk, I'ma stay in they mentions, huh
I understand that I'm different (yeah)
My back keep hurtin', I'm carryin' bitches (uh-huh, uh-huh), okay
Flip on a nigga like Cirque Du Soleil (flip on that nigga)
Pretty bitch, I got the ugliest traits (hello)
Back of the Wraith and we pullin' the tray
Foot on your neck, I'ma make shit break

Kick a bitch out like I'm Guwop (mwah)
Every day, I find out it's a new opp (mwah, mwah)
Better give me my flowers like luau
Make 'em sing to the pussy like Dua (okay)
Papi chula, I need mulah (I need money)
Have 'em jumpin' through hoops like a hula (jump)
Bro, I'm slicker than Ricky the Ruler (I'm slick)
Keep my bank accounts all from Bermuda
Go Flo, Flo-Jo, passin' hoes, y'all bitches slo-mo
Rose gold, wrist froze, Cartier feelin' like a snow cone (ice)
Long hair, coffin nails, booty shorts, bracelets and bangles (bangs)
Hood bitch, real raw, gettin' money on ya head, fronto (get that money)

I understand that I'm different
These bitches gon' talk, I'ma stay in they mentions, huh
I understand that I'm different (yeah)
My back keep hurtin', I'm carryin' bitches (uh-huh, uh-huh), okay
Flip on a nigga like Cirque Du Soleil (flip on that nigga)
Pretty bitch, I got the ugliest traits (hello)
Back of the Wraith and we pullin' the tray
Foot on your neck, I'ma make shit break

Foot on your neck, I'ma make shit break
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Writer: Daniel Perez, Derrick Carrington Gray, Kristen Allyssa Spencer, Paul Beauregard, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC




New Me

(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Hit that ho with a two-piece
Hoes tryna fake kick it like Bruce Lee
Just got a new coupe, it got two seats
I don't let shit slide like toosie
And a bitch gettin' paper like loose leaf
Have a ho catch a fade like Boosie
Talkin' 'bout old shit like he knew me

Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)

Lie on your dick, go try it again (huh?)
If you wanna hit, then you gotta spend (money)
Can I nut? Well, it depends (I don't know)
Let me get a good look at your friends
Ho, if it's beef, we ain't makin' amends
He ain't my cup of tea, we ain't never gon' blend
Lie on my name, let's not pretend
I'm not the bitch you wanna offend
I feel like Gucci in 2010 (huh)
Shittin' on bitches again and again
I'm with your boo, I'm with your man (hey)
He nine to five, I'm the weekend
That nigga a eater, so you know I'ma feed him (feed him)
Every time I get my lick back, I ain't nothin' like Rashida (Rashida)

Hit that ho with a two-piece
Hoes tryna fake kick it like Bruce Lee
Just got a new coupe, it got two seats
I don't let shit slide like toosie
And a bitch gettin' paper like loose leaf
Have a ho catch a fade like Boosie
Talkin' 'bout old shit like he knew me

Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me (huh?)
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (gang)

With a bad bitch like Flo (what?)
I was waitin' on you at the door (yeah)
I was waitin' on you to come home (yeah, yeah)
Gettin' hot like the top of the stove (yeah, huh)
Finger f*ckin' the money, it's new (come on)
Bitch, you hatin' and ugly, and old (alright)
Top five, fire shit and I fight over dick
Bitch, you can buck if you bold (yeah)
Bitch, you can leak if you want (yeah)
Know I'm petite with this junk in this trunk
Party my pack and it smell like a skunk (huh?)
Rich bitch shit, I can get what I want (okay)
Broke ass ho, can't get what you need (okay)
Real top tier, everything to a T (okay)
She want him, but he want me (Big NeNe)
Brand new shit, ho, get like me (what?)

Hit that ho with a two-piece (huh?)
Hoes tryna fake kick it like Bruce Lee
Just got a new coupe, it got two seats
I don't let shit slide like toosie
And a bitch gettin' paper like loose leaf
Have a ho catch a fade like Boosie
Talkin' 'bout old shit like he knew me

Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
This a new me
Say you f*cked the old bitch, this a new me (new me)
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Writer: Anycia Symone Edwards, Carlton Mays, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Got the Juice

(Ayo, Shek, it's yours)

I'm so confusin', he can't tell if I'm in love or if I'm usin', ayy
I just lost my eater, damn, let's get to recruitin' (huh?)
Bitches think I f*cked they nigga, damn, I hate when y'all accusin'
Why you stalkin' on my page? Might as well go stream my music (ho)
Bitch, it's me, I got the juice, take a lot to lose my cool
If you beef with me, bitch, we gon' beef forever, f*ck a truce

Anyways, I feel like Breezy, she called 12, I throw the deuce
Drop the lo', I'm on your ass, bitch we can fight like we on Zeus
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I be steppin' on they toes (yeah)
Goofy bitches really pussy, damn, does that make me a rose?
I can't lie, I'm seein' red, ain't talkin' Ruby, bitch, I'm throwed
I won't give my hand to shake 'cause I'll never trust these hoes
I'll never trust these niggas, I'll never trust they bros
Picky bitch, you turn me off, turn into Casper, bitch, I'm ghost
When you trick on me, make sure you don't post it, I got hoes
Ride that dick in private, promise I won't never tell a soul

I'm so confusin', he can't tell if I'm in love or if I'm usin', ayy
I just lost my eater, damn, let's get to recruitin' (huh?)
Bitches think I f*cked they nigga, damn, I hate when y'all accusin'
Why you stalkin' on my page? Might as well go stream my music (ho)
Bitch, it's me, I got the juice, take a lot to lose my cool
If you beef with me, bitch, we gon' beef forever, f*ck a truce (f*ck)

F*ck a truce, bitch, f*ck a truce
If you beef with me, bitch, we gon' beef forever, f*ck a truce
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Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Luke Marshall Beasley, Nicholas Moore, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Neva

(Lex Luger)
(What Juicy say?)
(Shut the f*ck up)

Never in my life been a hater-turned-fan (bitch)
Never in my life will I change the way I am
Never in my life wore another nigga chain (nope)
Never in my life spoke on another bitch's name (what?)
Never in my life had a man I couldn't claim (uh)
Never in my life gave this pussy to a-
Hold up, never in my life had to clout-chase for fame (never)
Never will I ever let you play 'round with my name (ho)

Hoes keep thinkin' I'ma fall off in this bitch, but I won't be (uh-uh)
Tired of feelin' sorry for these niggas, they like, "Don't be" (bye)
I can't hear these bitches from the front, they in the nosebleeds (hello)
She think that she competition, man, you bitches blow me
Nigga started f*ckin' with some- that's when he lost me
When he f*cks up, I'll make that man designer cloth me (money)
Got these bitches kissin' ass (mwah), lips glossy
Bad bitches reppin' bad (boring), shit ain't real artistry
Yeah, I gotta feel somethin' (uh)
I just made a rich nigga go broke, I know he feel dumb
Back then, I was hungry, but I changed when the mills came (yeah)
Respect the brand, they don't call me by my real name (real shit)

Never in my life been a hater-turned-fan (ho)
Never in my life will I change the way I am (uh-uh)
Never in my life wore another nigga chain (nope)
Never in my life spoke on another bitch's name (bitch)
Never in my life had a man I couldn't claim
Never in my life gave this pussy to a-
Hold up, never in my life had to clout-chase for fame (never)
Never will I ever let you play 'round with my name

Ayy, I ain't never date a nigga that ain't suck me off the bone (slurp)
That nigga still callin' my phone (yeah)
I ain't never took a nigga back that I left alone (yeah, yeah)
And I don't f*ck with broke niggas, that's some shit I don't condone (at all)
I ain't never let no bitch see me sweat, I ain't Keith (bitch)
Yeah, a lot of niggas lick me, but shit still ain't sweet
I don't care if we f*ck the same nigga, bitch, it ain't beef (the f*ck?)
He a slutty vegan, he gon' eat it long as it ain't meat
Yeah, the only time I spare a nigga is when I'm bowlin' (what? Yeah)
Hoes only hard on the 'Gram, they be trollin'
My niggas really like me, that's 'cause I'm controllin'
On a yachty with a thotty, but he never been to Poland (it's Leo)

Never in my life been a hater-turned-fan (bitch)
Never in my life will I change the way I am
Never in my life wore another nigga chain (nope)
Never in my life spoke on another bitch's name (what?)
Never in my life had a man I couldn't claim (uh)
Never in my life gave this pussy to a-
Hold up, never in my life had to clout-chase for fame (never)
Never will I ever let you play 'round with my name (ho)
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Writer: Jordan Houston, Leondra Roshawn Gay, Lexus Lewis, Nathaniel Caserta, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Toast

He sayin' my shit amazin'
Like a drug, he tryna get faded
I knew what it was
I was in love with a thug
I got him missin' my touch
Know I'm conceited, I had to block a nigga for a reason
Tryna sell a dream, I tell him, "Beat it"
Lost your favorite ho, I know you're heated (damn, right)

Stop blowin' up my phone (yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (lost your ho)

Every day I'ma wake up and toast (yeah)
Livin' good, I don't gotta post (gotta post)
In your hood, I'm doin' the most
Shakin' ass, my body a Coke
Just like a model
He gon' drink my shit straight out the bottle
Bougie ho, I can't sip on Moscato
So much money, I walk with a waddle
If you snooze, you lose
I ain't trippin', I keep him in twos
He call me "Twin" 'cause he do what I do
Thought it was sweet, I be countin' them blues
Like his number, he don't got a clue
Come get your friend
I never use the pussy for revenge (no)
Turn a hatin' bitch into a fan
I won't go back and forth about a man (damn, right)

Stop blowin' up my phone (yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (lost your ho)

How it feel to lose a bad bitch?
Damn, can you imagine? (Poof)
I got a genie between my legs
My shit got him doin' magic
If it's real, go and tat' it
Play with his bitch, she turn into a savage
I got plenty paper, you can add it
Baby, I love when you grab it
And my new nigga know how to feel (oh, yeah)
I tell ol' boy he need to heal (go heal)
He tryna see if I'ma chill
Ain't no mercy, I go for the kill (uh)
He ain't never had a bitch like that
Goin' tit-tat, yeah he met his match
I'm kissin' bae in a black Maybach
This nigga mad that he can't come back (can't come back)

Stop blowin' up my phone (yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (lost your ho)

Yeah, lost your ho
How it feel to lose a bad bitch?
Can you imagine?
I got a genie between my legs
Alright, let me hear that
Flo Milli shit
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Writer: Gabriel Berube, Ron LaTour, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Can't Stay Mad

Best I ever had
Yeah (Catour, f*ck it up)

When you love me like that (Love like that)
The best I ever had (Ever had)
You take me out my attitude (Out my att')
I cannot stay mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad
When you love me like that (Love like that)
The best I ever had (Ever had)
You take me out my attitude (Attitude)
I cannot be mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad, mad, yeah
I, I cannot be mad

Twenty-four hours we got on this clock, I'm tryna get sexual (Sex)
Twenty-four carats I got on my watch, my time is flexible (Yeah)
You know I like that (Like that)
Put it on me when I'm mad (I'm mad)
It's yours when I ride it (Ride it)
Full speed while you're drivin' (Drivin')
Think I fell in love, my addiction, you're my drug
I fell into the deep end and I can't get enough
You're tellin' me you're lovestruck, I knew what it was
But I just need that act right, act like you hate me, then f*ck

'Cause when you love me like that (Love like that)
The best I ever had (Ever had)
You take me out my attitude (Out my att')
I cannot stay mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad
When you love me like that (Love like that)
The best I ever had (Ever had)
You take me out my attitude (Attitude)
I cannot be mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad, mad, yeah
I, I cannot be mad

Grip my waist when I'm upset, love
Fix your face, don't give up on us
Hard to manage, I got some damage (Ooh, yeah)
Don't tell me that I'm just coolin'
Pick me up when I'm down, feet off the ground
Straight to the bed, f*ck it out
There ain't no way around it
I'm rushin' out like a fountain (Yeah)

When you love me like that (Love like that)
The best I ever had (Ever had)
You take me out my attitude (Out my att')
I cannot stay mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad at you (Mad at you)
Mad, I cannot be mad (Mad)

(Catour, f*ck it up)
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Writer: Latasha Williams, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Edible

(Ooh-la-la, Bangladesh)

I ain't had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it's gon' hit you like an edible
Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he's incredible
First rich baby daddy in Miami, I'm unstoppable
I ain't had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it's gon' hit you like an edible
Touchin' on my body, I can't help but feel impeccable
The way he lift my legs up, like my schedule, bitch, I'm flexible

And I'm feelin' myself, I'm so groovy (yeah)
Make a wish, I'm a star in this movie (okay)
Traumatized 'cause his old bitch a goofy (haha)
I think this nigga scared he gon' lose me
I'm the truth, make a dare
Swipe his card 'cause I know he don't care (yeah)
Come and eat it, I like when you stare (come and eat it)
Go to war, boy, I'm fully prepared
Bet that honey pack give him a boost
Off that Taylor Port, I'm gettin' loose (yeah)
Let go of my hoes, I gotta recruit (gotta recruit)
Feel like Yoncé, these bitches on mute
Okay
Hop in the 'Rarri, I go outer space
I feel like Sha'Carri if it was race
I'm fiendin' for it, I should call him today (I should call him today)

I ain't had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it's gon' hit you like an edible (yeah)
Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he's incredible
First rich baby daddy in Miami, I'm unstoppable
I ain't had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you?
Know the cookie good, but it's gon' hit you like an edible
Touchin' on my body, I can't help but feel impeccable
The way he lift my legs up, like my schedule, bitch, I'm flexible

Bought you roses, you don't need a Rolls (don't need a Rolls)
Icy polish, I lick on your toes (ice)
Somebody sayin' that my shit startin' to grow (yeah)
Need you right here, I don't want you go (don't want you to go)
Love her touch (touch), hold her close (yeah)
Spittin' bubbles, my baby can blow (blow it)
She gon' kiss it with no mistletoe (no mistletoe)
Soon as she open them legs, then I dove
She like that water, Patek her wrist (Patek her wrist)
Handle business, I don't play 'bout my bitch (nah)
Shoot up her club, I'ma empty the clip (empty the clip)
Just like my closet, you gettin' all of my drip (all of it)
She acrobatic, I make her do a flip (yeah)
Pop a gold bottle and take couple sips (take couple sips)
F*ck all that talkin', let me see them lips
Come get this dick and go take you a trip

I ain't had no good dick in some months, should I be scared of you? (I know you do)
Know the cookie good, but it's gon' hit you like an edible
Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he's incredible
First rich baby daddy in Miami, I'm unstoppable

(I'm unstoppable, I'm unstoppable)
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Writer: Calvin Ewings, Dallas Martin, Jocelyn Donald, Sergio Kitchens, Shondrae Crawford, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Lay Up

This the real me
It's just me, you and '42
So pull up on me, I'm in your city

When you get the time, come relax your mind
'Cause all I wanna do is lay up
All I wanna do is lay up
You ain't gotta keep it player
When you get the time, come relax your mind
'Cause all I wanna do is lay up
All I wanna do is lay up
With me, you ain't ever gotta keep it player

You the only hood nigga that gets me
So pull up on me, I'm in your city
Take a flick, we might end up on Getty
Say I love when you tell me I'm pretty
Baby, I need that shit on demand
It's a wave when you bust, I might ride it again
No, I don't wanna meet your friends
As long as you say you got me 'til the end

When you get the time, come relax your mind
'Cause all I wanna do is lay up
All I wanna do is lay up
You ain't gotta keep it player
When you get the time, come relax your mind
'Cause all I wanna do is lay up
All I wanna do is lay up
With me, you ain't ever gotta keep it player (yeah)

This the real me
If you can save a ho, then you can heal me
I been through the most, so they gon' feel me
Tryna double back, you niggas kill me
It's so hard to find a nigga worth it
I can't judge you, ain't nobody perfect
He say, "Marry me" like he a virgin
Hop in a AMG and now he swervin'
He starin' at me, he observin'
He want the cookie, gotta earn it
Show me your love, I wanna learn it
I deserve it, I deserve it
It's just me, you and '42
F*ck the neighbors, they don't got a clue
Yeah, we do what we wanna do
So when you ready, make a move

You the only hood nigga that gets me
So pull up on me, I'm in your city
Take a flick, we might end up on Getty
Say I love when you tell me I'm pretty
Baby, I need that shit on demand
It's a wave when you bust, I might ride it again
No, I don't wanna meet your friends
As long as you say you got me 'til the end

When you get the time, come relax your mind
'Cause all I wanna do is lay up
All I wanna do is lay up
You ain't gotta keep it player
When you get the time, come relax your mind
'Cause all I wanna do is lay up
All I wanna do is lay up
With me, you ain't ever gotta keep it player (keep it player)

This the real me
I can't judge you, ain't nobody perfect
I been through the most, so they gon' feel me
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Writer: Charles Mitchell Jennings, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Life Hack

Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, stuck between a rock, inside a hard spot (yeah)
My feelings might be in it but my heart not

I refuse to let you play off in my face, bitch
Treat me like these other hoes, no, I ain't basic
You say you need some medicine, I let you taste it (come and taste)
Tryna find another me, ain't no replacin'

Don't wanna go, don't wanna leave (don't wanna leave)
I got you runnin' back, you know that I'm a life hack
Don't wanna go, don't wanna leave (ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
I took his soul and now he tryna get his life back
Thought it was sweet, I had to show him I was like that
He tried to beat it, but this got some fight back
And he can't dime me out because I'm known to bite back
Yeah, I get like that

Yeah, I get nasty than a motherf*cker
That's why he spinnin' blocks and treat me like his last supper
Vampire Diaries, he gon' turn me to a blood sucker (yeah)
Get in them guts, he call me, "Flo" 'cause I make real puddles
Yeah, I make real puddles
Wet like VVs, I just made a mill'
Playin' with my feelings, don't make me do a drill (stop playin')
Know you wanna see me, but I don't wanna chill (ew, ew, ew, nah)

I refuse to let you play off in my face, bitch
Treat me like these other hoes, no, I ain't basic
You say you need some medicine, I let you taste it (come and taste)
Tryna find another me, ain't no replacin'

Don't wanna go, don't wanna leave (don't wanna leave)
I got you runnin' back, you know that I'm a life hack
Don't wanna go, don't wanna leave
I took his soul and now he tryna get his life back
Thought it was sweet, I had to show him I has like that
He tried to beat it, but this got some fight back
And he can't dime me out because I'm known to bite back
Yeah, I get like that (yeah, ayy)

I make it easier for you to breathe
I'm his fav', I'm the reason he don't wanna leave
I make shit happen, you'd be nothin' if it wasn't for me
I won't go back and forth, you know I take it like a G
Yeah, stuck between a rock, inside a hard spot (yeah)
My feelings might be in it, but my heart not (no)
Playin' games way too easy, you a f*ckin' bot
Might need CPR the way we always fallin' out
I refuse to be one of them bitches
Who be actin' out in public and trippin' on niggas
I'm the prize, never losin', I'm one of the winners
(I'm the prize, never losin', I'm one of the winners)

Not me, mistaken
Not me, mistaken
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Writer: Jacob Canady, Ofer Ishai, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Clap Sum

(EarDrummers)

Ain't beat a bitch in a motherf*ckin' minute
I'm back puttin' hoes in the ground
First nigga play with my motherf*ckin' paper
I'm back with a whole hundred rounds (bitch)
Diamonds makin' 'em drown (ooh)
Pounds, let's got to town (go)
Blew through the bag like the money at Magic
It's money all over the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin'
Shawty in the club shakin' ass, make it clap somethin'
Clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin'
Havin' beef with me over niggas 'cause he clap somethin'

Makin' it clap like I won a award
I up the score, put that shit on the board
Oh, that's your nigga? I seen him before
Pussy like water, he drink it like Core
Attitude stank, f*ck an impression
Beefin' with me, ho, what's the aggression?
Throwin' this money like f*ck a recession
Went to see Usher, he givin' confession (hahahaha)
P bitch, I ride it good when he need it
Ho, it ain't beef if I don't never see it
You think you tough? You wanna repeat it?
All in my guts, you mad 'cause he beat it? (Ayy)
Feelin' like Simon, he do what I say
I need some love, I'm callin' your bae
Treat me like Party, I'm gettin' my way (oh, I like this)

Ain't beat a bitch in a motherf*ckin' minute
I'm back puttin' hoes in the ground (baow)
First nigga play with my motherf*ckin' paper
I'm back with a whole hundred rounds (bitch)
Diamonds makin' 'em drown (ooh)
Pounds, let's got to town (go)
Blew through the bag like the money at Magic
It's money all over the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin'
Shawty in the club shakin' ass, make it clap somethin'
Clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin'
Havin' beef with me over niggas 'cause he clap somethin'
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Writer: Jesse van der Meulen, Michael L. Williams II, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Tell Me What You Want

Hey, big daddy, where you goin'? Uh
Call me Flo Milli, I be flowin', yeah
Skinny thick, pockets on Samoans, woo
I be really rappin', y'all be hoein', damn
Michael Jackson, ho, I'm the baddest, uh
F*ck around, he might go get it tatted, yeah
Bet your nigga say the pussy magic, what?
Pretty lil' thing, gettin' ratchet, yeah
Told me that I couldn't, oops, I did it again
I don't like you bitches, I don't wanna pretend
If he spendin' money, I just go with the friend
If you can give me dollars, give me pine, get me in
Purple-black Maybach, yeah, that's me
Titties up, ass fat, that ain't free
Hatin' hoes dead to me, RIP
Bad bitch, your bitch, she ain't me

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Man, what these hoes want from me?

If a ho wanna test me, I ace it (huh?)
I don't wait for nobody, bitch, I'm impatient
Trip off who? Bitch, I'm on vacation
I pop shit, when I do it, I'm flagrant (bitch)
Whenever it's smoke, I'll bake shit
Please don't compare me to hoes that's basic (uh-uh)
The money only thing I'm chasin'
Body snatched, you know I'm Debbie cakin'
Men like to talk and I hate it
But the D ain't hittin', then f*ck it, I erase it (f*ck it)
Got new money, man, these hoes outdated (yeah)
If he say he don't love me, that's hatred (duh)
Call me Ms. Pull Up in the Latest (skrrt)
Double R truck, backseat too spacious (yeah)
Cartier bracelets (huh), hoes make faces (ha)
Fifty-five hundred what I paid for my laces (ha)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Man, what these hoes want from me?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Man, what these hoes want from me?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Henry Smithson, Johnny Goldstein, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Not Sorry

Not sorry
If I broke your heart, I'm not sorry (no)
Stop fallin' (ah)
Hear the streets callin' (callin')
My Nokia can't pick up, he toxic (yeah)
I'm not sorry, not sorry
Can't help I'm the life of the party
Lights on me
Don't know why you callin' (why you callin'?)
I'm for real, can't help that I'm naughty
I'm not sorry

Why you be doin' the most?
Trippin' out when you know I got hoes (he trippin')
Hit my line, he beggin' me for more
Shit, I knew I had to let him go (gotta go)
Fly (Vegas), ho, I'm (home)
Keep that (Draco), boy, move (on)
You hoes (yeah) be lame (f*ck 'em)
Ain't gon (never) change (no)
These niggas be talkin' the most shit
Get in his feelings and post it
He can't handle his emotions
Should've never let you close, bitch
Tryna put me on a leash (leash)
Now I got him losin' sleep
DND, I'm hard to reach (reach)

Not sorry
If I broke your heart, I'm not sorry (no)
Stop fallin' (ah)
Hear the streets callin' (callin')
My Nokia can't pick up, he toxic (yeah)
I'm not sorry, not sorry
Can't help I'm the life of the party
Lights on me
Don't know why you callin' (why you callin'?)
I'm for real, can't help that I'm naughty
I'm not sorry
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Writer: 8AE, Andreas Rasussen, Carsten Shack, Kenneth Karlin, Olufeyikemi O. Osuntokun, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Never Lose Me

Never had a bitch like me in your life
You ain't never had a bitch like me in your life, uh
Never had a bitch like me in your life
You ain't never had a bitch like me (yeah)

He speed in the Wraith while his hand on my coochie (yeah)
He touchin' Emilio Pucci (uh)
Doin' good, bitch, I'm Gucci (I'm good)
Fly to Asia, he feedin' me sushi (ooh)
When we f*ckin', it feel like a movie
Raw bitch, ain't never been a groupie
Stiff on a ho, I like my nigga bougie (yeah)
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me

Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never

Keep me a Haitian, I love me a Zoe
I've been thinkin' 'bout you on the road
We havin' rich sex on a boat
He hit it back to back like it's dope (like it's dope)
How you gon' prove you could treat me right?
You stole my heart like a thief in the night
Yeah, he my man, he was never your type
If you try me, ho, it's on sight
He totin' the Uzi, but he actin' real bougie (bougie, yeah)
I like to fight over dick, ho, don't get hit with a two-piece (two-piece)
You know you can call if you need me
Tell me you ain't never ever leavin' (no)
When I suck it, I look in your eyes (yeah)
You better f*ck me like you mean it (f*ck me like you mean it)

Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never wanna lose me
Tell me you don't never

He's speedin' the Wraith while his hand on my coochie
Doin' good, bitch, I'm Gucci
When we f*ckin', it feel like a movie
Be stiff on a ho, I like my nigga bougie
Tell me you don't ever wanna lose me
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Writer: Dion Hayes, Douglas Ford, Gerald Henry, Hitoshi Kirigaya, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Tamia Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Fine Ho, Stay is the second studio album by American rapper Flo Milli. It features guest appearances from Anycia, Cardi B, SZA, Gunna and Monaleo. Production was handled by Bangladesh, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Johnny Goldstein, Lex Luger, and Mike Will Made It, among others. It serves as the follow-up to Flo Milli's previous projects, Ho, Why Is You Here? (2020) and You Still Here, Ho? (2022).

"Never Lose Me" was released as the album's lead single in November 2023. A remix with SZA and Cardi B was released simultaneously with the album and was included as an album track alongside the original version. The single became Flo's first top-twenty hit on the US Billboard Hot 100, peaking at number 18.
Performed By: Flo Milli
Producer(s): ATL Jacob, Bangladesh, Bugz Ronin, Cardo, Calvin Ewings, Gerreaux, Johnny Goldstein, Hazel, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Hydrate, Juicy J, Karlin, Kuji, LB, Lex Luger, Dallas Martin, Mike Will Made It, Purps, Riton, Shekthisyours, Soulshock, Stuzzy, Sushi Ceej, Tasha Catour, Zwiffa
Length: 33:16
Released: March 15th, 2024
Year: 2024

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