Correction Paroles Murder She Wrote RMX par Pasto Flocco

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Four3va
Pasto Flocco, yeah

Try to play me like a pu**y
That heater gonna bake 'em like a cookie
Yeah, no n***a ever shook me
Think he tough with a Shiesty and a hoodie
None of these hoes ain't for me
Back in the days they ignored me
I be moving like DEJ Loaf, letthem try me
I got a Glock with a beam
Two shots hit him like Ali
From a distance, I don't got to see
Red dot, put it on his white tee

Name ring bell in them streets
D Wade when I walk with the heat
All of y'all got me bent
But I love them hundreds 'cause they come neat
I do not need new friends, n***a
I'm tryna get my bag bigger
When the bag get bigger, these n***as turn bitter
N***as f**k up my rhythm
I was never the type to watch, n***a, I'm a go getter
Try to play me like a pu**y
That heater gonna bake 'em like a cookie
Yeah, no n***a ever shook me
Think he tough with a Shiesty and a hoodie
None of these hoes ain't for me
Back in the days they ignored me
I be moving like DEJ Loaf, letthem try me
I got a Glock with a beam
Two shots hit him like Ali
From a distance, I don't got to see
Red dot, put it on his white tee

Pop up out the cut with the choppa, who's the owner?
Pop up out the cut with the choppa, who's the owner?
Pop up out the cut with the choppa, who's the owner?
Pop up out the cut with the choppa, who's the owner?
Pop up out the cut with the choppa, who's the owner?
Pop up out the—pop up out the—
Pop up out the—pop up—pop up

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