CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : FULLY FLARED
12Hunna on the beat
Kayoh Cook It Up
I'm feeling real good, I'm fully flared
The diamonds, they bling and they blow and they glare
These n***as be racing like turtles and hare
From one at a time, to f**king in pairs
She said I'm too rough when I f**k, pull her hair
All that lame sh*t you on, keep that sh*t over there
I'mma hit me a lick with my soldier, I share
And you know we in town, your b*t*hes just stare
Tryna push all my buttons, you better not dare
Zombie Xanny, walking dead
Trying to mislead, get filled with lead
Shia LaBeouf, put holes in your head
All these n***as think they protected
Came in this hoe with a nine millimeter
Big ass stick and a Smith & Wesson
We don't walk around with no vests
Baby, I got my own protection
I be doing this sh*t for real
Get money everyday, it ain't no question
Wet up your whip and we shoot up your momma house, talking 'bout smoke, I send a message
I'm 'bout my bag and my business, I get all this money, you can't help but respect it
Real n***as bring up my name in the hood, in the city, the trenches, I'm well respected
I want the body without all the feelings, I'm giving her d**k and then neglecting
She wanna send me a paragraph message
Really mad 'cause I ain't even read it
Came in this sh*t with a whole lot of money, I'm stacking that bread, and I'm stacking that cheddar
All of my n***as, we leaning real heavy, I'm getting that feta, that feta, that feta
Kayoh Cook It Up
I'm feeling real good, I'm fully flared
The diamonds, they bling and they blow and they glare
These n***as be racing like turtles and hare
From one at a time, to f**king in pairs
She said I'm too rough when I f**k, pull her hair
All that lame sh*t you on, keep that sh*t over there
I'mma hit me a lick with my soldier, I share
And you know we in town, your b*t*hes just stare
Tryna push all my buttons, you better not dare
Zombie Xanny, walking dead
Trying to mislead, get filled with lead
Shia LaBeouf, put holes in your head
All these n***as think they protected
Came in this hoe with a nine millimeter
Big ass stick and a Smith & Wesson
We don't walk around with no vests
Baby, I got my own protection
I be doing this sh*t for real
Get money everyday, it ain't no question
Wet up your whip and we shoot up your momma house, talking 'bout smoke, I send a message
I'm 'bout my bag and my business, I get all this money, you can't help but respect it
Real n***as bring up my name in the hood, in the city, the trenches, I'm well respected
I want the body without all the feelings, I'm giving her d**k and then neglecting
She wanna send me a paragraph message
Really mad 'cause I ain't even read it
Came in this sh*t with a whole lot of money, I'm stacking that bread, and I'm stacking that cheddar
All of my n***as, we leaning real heavy, I'm getting that feta, that feta, that feta
