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FLRDDD FLRDDD Video (MV)




Performed By: TF krashout
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Daniel Amaya




TF krashout - FLRDDD FLRDDD Lyrics




Ayy, ayy, turn my headphones up
I'm tryna make sure I can hear myself, I'm bout to snap on this shit
Ayy, ayy, this a flrddd, flrddd
He died before he even known that he was hit

She a nat, nat, told her only hit my line
When you want some dick, feel like we flyin
This a Jeep, it got a hawk on the side of it
That young nigga applying pressure they extra mad when I pop my shit

Two pretty women, I'm lovin' them both
They didn't wanna see me win, now I got water on while I'm on the boat
I don't need no new friends, Just me and myself and a brand new Glock
I don't even know what gen, all I know if I squeeze this bitch it FLRDDD FLRDDD,

He don't even know what hit, baby I am him
I am nothin' like your ex, if she don't do what I tell her to do
I'ma move on to the next, I get money, baby
Way too much money for me to stress

I could lay back in that Maybach, or might slide through Ina Vette,
What's on his neck? That's a 50 ball, you can't afford this
Real trapper, put that shit on, should've been on the Forbes list
We speeding on the E-Way, f*ck around, Might make the foreign flip

What's that on his waist? This that shit that make his family mourn him
How he a Mexican but he puttin' on for GDN
My shark gettin' off 200 cash, on FaceTime off a fin
Plugg talk, you place your order, I'll make sure we all win

Told my youngin' we up another hundred, he get that shit over the fence
Make sure we duck the warden, I can't go up for extortion
Your bm said f*ck you, wish she had an abortion
When she suck this dick she love when I record it

Pockets fat, they both on norbit, we gon' win, don't never forfeit
Gucci down in some Dopeboy forces, car runnin' on plenty horses
I said, I might come through in amiri
Don't try , it's plenty of killers with me
Im high, this drink gon' make me lose a kidney
Im fly, Shorts and shirt givenchy , no Chris Brown
Nine times out of ten, I hit her if she standin' with me
Remember, they ain't wanna stay down with me, now my money touch the ceiling
This shit here ridiculous, how he poppin' his shit in prison

Askin' all these questions, lookin' for answers, they must be the piggies
I ain't got shit for no bitch especially not for no hoe who ain't help me get it
Your bitch a pedophile, every time she eat that dick she swallow children
And I love it, she my favorite red head ass on bubble, fin heads,

Thanks to them we in a SRT burning rubber, they scared, we had the winter time hot like it was summer
What fat said, niggas gangsta till you hop out with that button
And I love it she my favorite red head, ass on bubble, fin heads

Thanks to them, we in a SRT burning rubber, they scared
We had the winter time, hot like it was summer
What fat said, niggas gangsta till you hop out with that button
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Ayy, ayy, turn my headphones up
I'm tryna make sure I can hear myself, I'm bout to snap on this shit
Ayy, ayy, this a flrddd, flrddd
He died before he even known that he was hit

She a nat, nat, told her only hit my line
When you want some dick, feel like we flyin
This a Jeep, it got a hawk on the side of it
That young nigga applying pressure they extra mad when I pop my shit

Two pretty women, I'm lovin' them both
They didn't wanna see me win, now I got water on while I'm on the boat
I don't need no new friends, Just me and myself and a brand new Glock
I don't even know what gen, all I know if I squeeze this bitch it FLRDDD FLRDDD,

He don't even know what hit, baby I am him
I am nothin' like your ex, if she don't do what I tell her to do
I'ma move on to the next, I get money, baby
Way too much money for me to stress

I could lay back in that Maybach, or might slide through Ina Vette,
What's on his neck? That's a 50 ball, you can't afford this
Real trapper, put that shit on, should've been on the Forbes list
We speeding on the E-Way, f*ck around, Might make the foreign flip

What's that on his waist? This that shit that make his family mourn him
How he a Mexican but he puttin' on for GDN
My shark gettin' off 200 cash, on FaceTime off a fin
Plugg talk, you place your order, I'll make sure we all win

Told my youngin' we up another hundred, he get that shit over the fence
Make sure we duck the warden, I can't go up for extortion
Your bm said f*ck you, wish she had an abortion
When she suck this dick she love when I record it

Pockets fat, they both on norbit, we gon' win, don't never forfeit
Gucci down in some Dopeboy forces, car runnin' on plenty horses
I said, I might come through in amiri
Don't try , it's plenty of killers with me
Im high, this drink gon' make me lose a kidney
Im fly, Shorts and shirt givenchy , no Chris Brown
Nine times out of ten, I hit her if she standin' with me
Remember, they ain't wanna stay down with me, now my money touch the ceiling
This shit here ridiculous, how he poppin' his shit in prison

Askin' all these questions, lookin' for answers, they must be the piggies
I ain't got shit for no bitch especially not for no hoe who ain't help me get it
Your bitch a pedophile, every time she eat that dick she swallow children
And I love it, she my favorite red head ass on bubble, fin heads,

Thanks to them we in a SRT burning rubber, they scared, we had the winter time hot like it was summer
What fat said, niggas gangsta till you hop out with that button
And I love it she my favorite red head, ass on bubble, fin heads

Thanks to them, we in a SRT burning rubber, they scared
We had the winter time, hot like it was summer
What fat said, niggas gangsta till you hop out with that button
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Writer: Daniel Amaya
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