Bitch I feel like carti
When I'm sippin this Bacardi
Might turn out ya whole damn party
Then I skrt off in a rari
Sike a skrt off in a Honda
Martian nugs my shit e Honda
Might ko you call it Ronda
Covered in em jungle fauna
Feel like sosa got 3 hunna
Grams I got em if you wanna
Smoke em turn this bitch to sauna
Ghillie suit smell my aroma
Stuck boy in a kushy coma
Tryna match I pull up on ya
Close ya legs I want the money
Being broke that shit a joke
Look in my eyes see ain't shit funny
You hear that rumble in my stummy
Hungry niggas don't act chummy
Got bananas for these monkeys uh
Chillin in the halfway
And I'm half baked
Watch me rebound to a fast break
It Make my back ache
Cuz my city in my backpack
Feelin like a fat back
Covina on the map map
They hatin what they mad at?
Prolly cuz they
See a nigga want the bread now
But neighbors call the feds wow
F*ck em whip in sheds now
Milking out my cash cow
Feel like Gucci bling blow
Brrr cuz it get cold out
Wintertime can't fold now
Watch me cook up kung pao
Song is going nuts how
Watch out for the red flag
Swearin that I fouled out
What the f*ck they talkin bout
Now I take the back routes
Sip henny til I blackout
Put beats inside a headlock
I'm bouta make em tap out
Like white kids in they fitted hats
I make they women ass fat
She fiendin dick like crack pack
I'm sorry I can't slang dat
Never smokin shake junts
Them swishers is some fake blunts
I'm rolling paper flagrant
Spark juicy j look Asian
F*ck 12 just pulled right on me
Now I'm
Chillin in the halfway
And I'm half baked
Watch me rebound to a fast break
It Make my back ache
Cuz my city in my backpack
Feelin like a fat back
Covina on the map map
They hatin what they mad at?
Catch me chillin in the cove boy
Watch out for 5-0 boy
I swear I'm not a dough boy
I never break the code boy
Boy
Break that code is breaking law
Don't break that code you breaking law
We might have to come break you off
We pulling up no sawed off
Jaw dropping knock her draws off
But she ain't shit my dick on soft
Forever Flame I'm f*ckin Woff
Woff Tha Flame - Pubg Lyrics
Woff Tha Flame - Pubg Lyrics
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Bitch I feel like carti
When I'm sippin this Bacardi
Might turn out ya whole damn party
Then I skrt off in a rari
Sike a skrt off in a Honda
Martian nugs my shit e Honda
Might ko you call it Ronda
Covered in em jungle fauna
Feel like sosa got 3 hunna
Grams I got em if you wanna
Smoke em turn this bitch to sauna
Ghillie suit smell my aroma
Stuck boy in a kushy coma
Tryna match I pull up on ya
Close ya legs I want the money
Being broke that shit a joke
Look in my eyes see ain't shit funny
You hear that rumble in my stummy
Hungry niggas don't act chummy
Got bananas for these monkeys uh
Chillin in the halfway
And I'm half baked
Watch me rebound to a fast break
It Make my back ache
Cuz my city in my backpack
Feelin like a fat back
Covina on the map map
They hatin what they mad at?
Prolly cuz they
See a nigga want the bread now
But neighbors call the feds wow
F*ck em whip in sheds now
Milking out my cash cow
Feel like Gucci bling blow
Brrr cuz it get cold out
Wintertime can't fold now
Watch me cook up kung pao
Song is going nuts how
Watch out for the red flag
Swearin that I fouled out
What the f*ck they talkin bout
Now I take the back routes
Sip henny til I blackout
Put beats inside a headlock
I'm bouta make em tap out
Like white kids in they fitted hats
I make they women ass fat
She fiendin dick like crack pack
I'm sorry I can't slang dat
Never smokin shake junts
Them swishers is some fake blunts
I'm rolling paper flagrant
Spark juicy j look Asian
F*ck 12 just pulled right on me
Now I'm
Chillin in the halfway
And I'm half baked
Watch me rebound to a fast break
It Make my back ache
Cuz my city in my backpack
Feelin like a fat back
Covina on the map map
They hatin what they mad at?
Catch me chillin in the cove boy
Watch out for 5-0 boy
I swear I'm not a dough boy
I never break the code boy
Boy
Break that code is breaking law
Don't break that code you breaking law
We might have to come break you off
We pulling up no sawed off
Jaw dropping knock her draws off
But she ain't shit my dick on soft
Forever Flame I'm f*ckin Woff
When I'm sippin this Bacardi
Might turn out ya whole damn party
Then I skrt off in a rari
Sike a skrt off in a Honda
Martian nugs my shit e Honda
Might ko you call it Ronda
Covered in em jungle fauna
Feel like sosa got 3 hunna
Grams I got em if you wanna
Smoke em turn this bitch to sauna
Ghillie suit smell my aroma
Stuck boy in a kushy coma
Tryna match I pull up on ya
Close ya legs I want the money
Being broke that shit a joke
Look in my eyes see ain't shit funny
You hear that rumble in my stummy
Hungry niggas don't act chummy
Got bananas for these monkeys uh
Chillin in the halfway
And I'm half baked
Watch me rebound to a fast break
It Make my back ache
Cuz my city in my backpack
Feelin like a fat back
Covina on the map map
They hatin what they mad at?
Prolly cuz they
See a nigga want the bread now
But neighbors call the feds wow
F*ck em whip in sheds now
Milking out my cash cow
Feel like Gucci bling blow
Brrr cuz it get cold out
Wintertime can't fold now
Watch me cook up kung pao
Song is going nuts how
Watch out for the red flag
Swearin that I fouled out
What the f*ck they talkin bout
Now I take the back routes
Sip henny til I blackout
Put beats inside a headlock
I'm bouta make em tap out
Like white kids in they fitted hats
I make they women ass fat
She fiendin dick like crack pack
I'm sorry I can't slang dat
Never smokin shake junts
Them swishers is some fake blunts
I'm rolling paper flagrant
Spark juicy j look Asian
F*ck 12 just pulled right on me
Now I'm
Chillin in the halfway
And I'm half baked
Watch me rebound to a fast break
It Make my back ache
Cuz my city in my backpack
Feelin like a fat back
Covina on the map map
They hatin what they mad at?
Catch me chillin in the cove boy
Watch out for 5-0 boy
I swear I'm not a dough boy
I never break the code boy
Boy
Break that code is breaking law
Don't break that code you breaking law
We might have to come break you off
We pulling up no sawed off
Jaw dropping knock her draws off
But she ain't shit my dick on soft
Forever Flame I'm f*ckin Woff
Writer: Hilton Briggs Jr
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