"FLVRS" lyrics
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
I gotta call you back Can't stay on the phone too long
Cause I'm out tryna make the spread
If I got still around half past seven
I wouldn't wanna come and link you instead
Texting you like I'll text you back
Say, leave that message on read
How the fuck are you 30 plus?
And still, and still riding pets
Broke from young, tried burning a bridge
I just looked at my phone and I said say less
When, when things get hard
They start moving weird and fail the test
I don't wanna hear another word, just fuck off
Go die with the rest
Party in West, I'm there in a sec
Said no dreams, man came in a tech
Managed myself, I fought like Pep
When he stepped in the room and told everyone shush
This one boogs
Two out of ten and you're moving stush
I got a bad one from Central
And a sweet thing from Bush
How you, how you gonna talk that shit online
When I see you in person, you're moving straight
How you gonna chase that bitch on 'gram
When you ain't got good, it's not making sense
Fuck, that's tense I ride and die for my guys
I ain't changing friends
Sweet and tired, but I came from ends
Except that book and I'm making ten
I come, I come a long way from bagging up bents
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
I gotta call you back Can't stay on the phone too long
Cause I'm out tryna make the spread
If I got still around half past seven
I wouldn't wanna come and link you instead
Texting you like I'll text you back
Say, leave that message on read
How the fuck are you 30 plus?
And still, and still riding pets
Broke from young, tried burning a bridge
I just looked at my phone and I said say less
When, when things get hard
They start moving weird and fail the test
I don't wanna hear another word, just fuck off
Go die with the rest
Party in West, I'm there in a sec
Said no dreams, man came in a tech
Managed myself, I fought like Pep
When he stepped in the room and told everyone shush
This one boogs
Two out of ten and you're moving stush
I got a bad one from Central
And a sweet thing from Bush
How you, how you gonna talk that shit online
When I see you in person, you're moving straight
How you gonna chase that bitch on 'gram
When you ain't got good, it's not making sense
Fuck, that's tense I ride and die for my guys
I ain't changing friends
Sweet and tired, but I came from ends
Except that book and I'm making ten
I come, I come a long way from bagging up bents
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
Man came in, swear these battings looking like different flavours
More chat for pagans, need so much but I can't entertain them
More arms in danger, six foot four like you play for the Lakers
Baby, I'm taken, still married to the Queen, I'm paper chasin'
