THE FINATTICZ lyrics : "Killa Flow"
Money on me and I'm strapped like a seat belt,
I go fast, go fast, $#&@ the seat belt,
I eat that #~!!@, beat that #~!!@, make her scream help.
Team 12, we balling over here,
You know fly !@$@s got a swag from a lear,
(*##$ broke my heart but I didn't drop a tear,
I just been to sea summer and I beat her from the rear,
From the rear, only killers over here,
#~!!@ killers shouldn't kill it, we don't $#&@ around with squares.
We don't $#&@ around with queers, they don't fit up in my circle,
My !@$@s go dumb, go stupid, go urkle,
Kush up in my blunt as I sip purple,
I don't like a !@$@ get a %#@!, I use a turtle,
!@^%s is my sons, I $#&@ your mom and she made you,
But this $#&@ hurt, I will more curtue.
East side, nameless, why she got me leaning,
(*##$es going crazy, started fighting over ^&@#$,
We know what the team is, everybody screaming,
F gang ain't nothing if you didn't know business.
I guess today was a good day,
I had to shot a !@$@ in his face.
Kidnap a (*##$ and left no trace,
Kill the #~!!@ couple sad it was a cold case.
Keep telling but the k make 'em fade away,
Knock this (*##$ and beat the #~!!@ like there ain't a way.
Eat the coochie just to tell 'em how it really tastes,
You ain't gotta know a lot, this of not appeal.
Pulling out a molly like a $#&@ing scoot,
Baby moma trying to blow me like a tuba.
#~!!@ popping like a low rage shot shooter,
East side rapper, shout it like Fred Muller.
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