Correction Lyrics Flashy (Tengen Uzui) by Daddyphatsnaps

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If I’m gonna do it I’mma do the sh*t flashy, ay ay
Haters get to stretch their legs in my backseat, ay yuh
Haters big talk, but still they don’t pa** me, ay yuh
All that number one talk, but still on my a** cheeks, ay ay
You can never be like me, I know
You ain't on the seas like me, I flow
You don’t run the scene like me, maestro
I can lead the scene with me blindflinded
See you talking all that heat, eye roll
But every time you call your seat dial tone
Hashira, I don’t ever lie low
And I keep three baddies everywhere I go

Said you wanna ball like me
Glamour that's all you’ve seen
You ain't never seen the pain
You ain't never heard the screams
Nah, but they know, they know
Said you wanna ball like me
Glamour that's all you’ve seen
You ain't never heard the screams
You ain't never heard the screams
Naw, well, they know, they know
I’ve seen y’all one of many many
You want, but you don’t want to get it
You want, but you don’t want the pressure
To flaunt, but you don’t want the lesson
You search for the light switch
All the while hoping to time skip
You a side kick
That's why you’ll never be remembered nothing more then my b*t*h
Sh*t ain't sweet, sh*t ain't sweet
Before I even got the bling I had the heat
Before I even felt the rings I felt defeat
And now I got these bad b*t*hes in the crib with me

Sh*t ain't sweet, ay ay yuh
Sh*t ain't sweet, ay ay yuh
Sh*t ain't sweet, ay ay yuh
Sh*t ain't sweet, sh*t ain't

What, you wanna ball like me
Well, you gotta learn to fall like me
Then you gotta learn to crawl like me
Then you’ll see you ain't at all like me
Been through the struggle
Now I got a time piece on my wrist
Now I got a dime piece on my hip
And I keep a tight leash on my b*t*h, you
Look in deeper, I have seen the reaper
Can't you see the speakers jumping, Sound Hashira
I’m a Demon Slayer, but I been a demon
Why you think I know a demon when I see em
I’ve been through the struggle I've been through the ringer
On the same sh*t, but a different season
On a different arc and I know you peeped it
I say how I’m living and they don’t believe it
What, you know me from the surface, b*t*h, what you know about purpose, sh*t
What you know about losing fam so what I do a little flourishing
When you need me I hurt em sh*t, so what I rock a little Birkin with
When playing cards never turn my wrist, chips staying large never hurt my grip, yuh yuh
All these b*t*hes coming, but I’m staying nearby ready
Heard you turned it up to ninety nine, well b*t*h, you getting Betty’d
B*t*h, I only go one hundred, if we kick it's getting Messi
Diamond shining in they face so much, it give them epilepsy
God of festivals, when I see blood it looks like a confetti
On these animals and b*t*h, it’s feeling like the Serengeti
On that Trejo tip you know I’m always stocked with the Machetes
At your mommas crib and b*t*h, well, she ain't serving up spaghetti
Yeah ay, sh*t ain't sweet
You said you got the number one, well b*t*h, you missed cause it ain't me
Ay ay yeah, sh*t ain't sweet
You said you dropping number one’s, well I’m on top so we gon see
Yeah ay ay, we gon see
Ay ay yeah, we gon see
Ay ay yeah, we gon see
Ay ay ay, we gon see

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