~ FLAWLESS ~ freestyle.
Yeah
Woah
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Yeah
It seems like niggas come and go like the seasons
But imma stay down for my bros for no reason
All I can ever love is money
The only thing I hope is that God don't call it treason
I can see the bottom line
I been at the borderline
And now she dancing in the club like a victim
And she don't wanna fall in love 'cause she miss him
I put diamonds on yo body, got you lookin' flawless
I can't even love nobody if I'm being honest
But I need a home body, get you out the projects
Said she don't love nobody, 'cept her favorite artist
They ain't know I leveled up, 'cause I move in silence
Eyes of a cold heart, body of a goddess
You know I'll be home, prolly, but I'm moving cautious
Hanging wit yo hoes, prolly thinking that you all this
And I can never say "I love you" in the sunshine
You know I gotta keep my next move out the sunlight
If ion text back, you know where the Glock 9 at
One false move, you know imma draw the line
I can see the bottom line
I been at the borderline
My name on the dotted lines
And when I reminisce, I love when you was mine
At the afterparty, ohh
Fast love, driving slow
You know what I'm on
You know what I'm on
At the afterparty, ohh
Fast love, driving slow
Ay, and now she dancing in the club like a victim
And she don't wanna fall in love 'cause she miss him
I put diamonds on yo body, got you lookin' flawless
I can't even love nobody if I'm being honest
But I need a home body, get you out the projects
Said she don't love nobody, 'cept her favorite artist
They ain't know I leveled up, 'cause I move in silence
Eyes of a cold heart, body of a goddess
You know I'll be home, prolly, but I'm moving cautious
Hanging wit yo hoes, prolly thinking that you all this
They all know I'm next up
I might buy some diamonds just to show 'em I can flex up
They all gotta get up off my solid, get them checks up
Caught that nigga lacking in the trenches, that shit messed up
All my niggas got it out the mud, we done glowed up
Tell these niggas get up out the club when we show up
Do it for my loved ones, we gon' pour a four up
We from the bottom, nigga, look how far we go up
Look how far we go up
And she don't wanna fall in love 'cause she miss him
And now she dancing in the club like a victim
It's Flyy
Woah
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Yeah
It seems like niggas come and go like the seasons
But imma stay down for my bros for no reason
All I can ever love is money
The only thing I hope is that God don't call it treason
I can see the bottom line
I been at the borderline
And now she dancing in the club like a victim
And she don't wanna fall in love 'cause she miss him
I put diamonds on yo body, got you lookin' flawless
I can't even love nobody if I'm being honest
But I need a home body, get you out the projects
Said she don't love nobody, 'cept her favorite artist
They ain't know I leveled up, 'cause I move in silence
Eyes of a cold heart, body of a goddess
You know I'll be home, prolly, but I'm moving cautious
Hanging wit yo hoes, prolly thinking that you all this
And I can never say "I love you" in the sunshine
You know I gotta keep my next move out the sunlight
If ion text back, you know where the Glock 9 at
One false move, you know imma draw the line
I can see the bottom line
I been at the borderline
My name on the dotted lines
And when I reminisce, I love when you was mine
At the afterparty, ohh
Fast love, driving slow
You know what I'm on
You know what I'm on
At the afterparty, ohh
Fast love, driving slow
Ay, and now she dancing in the club like a victim
And she don't wanna fall in love 'cause she miss him
I put diamonds on yo body, got you lookin' flawless
I can't even love nobody if I'm being honest
But I need a home body, get you out the projects
Said she don't love nobody, 'cept her favorite artist
They ain't know I leveled up, 'cause I move in silence
Eyes of a cold heart, body of a goddess
You know I'll be home, prolly, but I'm moving cautious
Hanging wit yo hoes, prolly thinking that you all this
They all know I'm next up
I might buy some diamonds just to show 'em I can flex up
They all gotta get up off my solid, get them checks up
Caught that nigga lacking in the trenches, that shit messed up
All my niggas got it out the mud, we done glowed up
Tell these niggas get up out the club when we show up
Do it for my loved ones, we gon' pour a four up
We from the bottom, nigga, look how far we go up
Look how far we go up
And she don't wanna fall in love 'cause she miss him
And now she dancing in the club like a victim
It's Flyy
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