Paroles de la chanson No Flag par London On Da Track

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Paroles de la chanson No Flag par London On Da Track

Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woah, Uh, young Money
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker

I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ bitch that pussy so dry you finna break the rubber

I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we,
Y’all nigga
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags (x4)

Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo’ like a cow Niggas will shoot up the crowd

Dressed in all black like a
The niggas will run in your house
Fucking a thot in her mouth I know she get on my couch
Big ballin’ shit, rap game what we talkin’ bout
Bitch sucking dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Got me a perc’
Sip me some syrup I’m tripping the fuck out
Senator and he get knocked out Shawty so bad
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask I just wanna smash so bitch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on so bitch I can’t focus
I cut em out fast I go get the bad then go by the ocean

Hit your hoe from the blindside I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the bitch, she wine and dine I fuck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas bout it?
Doubt it My niggas turn to Michael Myres

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we , Y’all nigga
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags (x4)

Lil’ bitch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These bitches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence bitch, you a on the bench bitch
See me in the gym now this bitches wanna go bench press
I ain’t fucking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press

That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
Bitches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a dick, I would make all you bitches deep throat

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we, Y’all nigga
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh

Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags (x4)?

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