Bloody Flair

Why the fuck you waiting Rich
Man, aye, Showtime
Yo, this shit crazy
Yo, check, ay

Yo, before I lit my blunt, she already knew I was lit
If my attitude was shitty, it's cause I know I'm the shit
Fill up my Mercedes with bitches, I must confess
I got golden boy drip, I'm nature boy in the flesh
Figure four the game, I got the shit on a lock
Need a fat contract with like six on the dot
I'ma fucking ball out and live off of all my endorsements
Steroid bars, I'm buffer than Four Horsemen
I'm the illest out, I'm the GOAT, I'm the fucking champ
Showtime on the rise and I'm grinding right off the ramp
Lyrically, I'm rare, I'm two, three in the air
Bloody blonde hair, I'm dripping like Ric Flair
I'm the illest out, I'm the GOAT, I'm the fucking champ
Showtime on the rise and I'm grinding right off the ramp
Lyrically, I'm rare, I'm two, three in the air
Bloody blonde hair, I'm dripping like Ric Flair



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Writer(s): Joseph Luna-bell
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