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Fluh

from December 10th by JUWOLS

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LYRICS.

C-Notes, turn a stripper to a singer bet she never miss a note...
Makin Top Dollar but I bet tha Bottom Dollar nigga neva goin broke...


I ask, cause im not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Khors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your knees hit your face bitch, this is greatness
Ebola to a doctor, I'm losin my patience
Run thru Bucks, like Jabari's coach, Jason
So when they talk, dont belive shit, Aetheist
Im finna blow....Minecraft Creepers
Nigga have u viewed Juwols' new 2 seater
Only coke he move ooze thru 2 liter
Nigga you wack as hell, new Fubu sneaker

Holup

Like, how you talkin all dis money crap
Whenyou dress like the Dig 'em frog off of Honey Smacks
And your bitch is badddd, buddy I'll come for that
And beat the pussy up like Rocky Marciano's punchin bag
One O and a munchie bag
Make em Phil Funny, word to Doug Funny's dad
I throw dat Casey Jones mask on
Breh, I Aint tryna see where no turtles at
Glock sittin in tha pocket like a quarteback...

Gave my nigga work, how he bring a lil quarter back
Thought he moved bird,s moved birds, Red Auerbach
Nigga where dey at tho, work em
Just a week ago I was doin, my, Shmurda
Nowadays I run up wit tha new k burner
Dressed in all black, Ruby Tuesday server


Shawty I'ont FLUH
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK
Shawty I'ont FLUH


C-Notes, breh, I cant even song but bet I neva miss a note
Makin Top Dollar but I bet tha Bottom Dollar nigga neva goin broke

Guess dey thought that it was over man
Yea I was close to a 'Clef like Lauryn Hill
Now im ballin like Kobe is
Nah nigga, I ball(Bald) like the spot on Ginobli's head
Smokin the trees clearin up all the foliage
Your main bitch callin me Bae(Bay), i be like Oakland?
She got a Ring on her head like Goku
But All it took to fuck was some Weed and a Roku
I'm in fuck it mode, like Hova wit the bucket low
Finna dig in they ass like puppeteers at a Muppet show
Pause, goin hard cause I want it though
Ever since my Fila's was in my Kindergarten cubby hole
Only pair I had all year boy
So in order to survive i would steal boy
Jack em for dey J's and they gear boy
And you a Young Fly Nigga, 'Bring That Ass Here Boy'
I get it, I aint Daddy Warbucks
Guess I'm Mr Marcus and you're all fucked
Cause I'm bout to go extra hard
Im talkin' sliced Arbys bread, edges hard
Im talkin 50 metric tons over Lebanon
My niggas All Spark all Hail Megatron
Put it out hit Starbucks
Like can you pour my whole life in a tall cup
Can you make my life sweet, cream it all up
Turn tha temperture up, stir it all up
Im like Hawkeye wit tha bow dummy
I aint Aimin at shit, but I'm on the money

Shawty I'ont FLUH
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK
Shawty I'ont FLUH

Got to acknowledge this
Gangsters and Prophets get Ghetto Scholarships
These hollow tips
Leave nigga's Cabbages chopped up into bits
These Dollars get
More Dollars, Holla, dog got the product kid
the Larken spit
Bullets through pussies like Gynecologist
The hawk, I grip
I am a product of my environment
Spit knowledge kid, psychologist, off the lid, rhyme philosophist
Start sparkin' shit, rocket gripped, off the clip like 'Nigga, swallow this'
Top office shit, the Aftermath...
Got them dollars that Marshall get
A partial split
all through your arteries, damn your heart just shift'
I parked the whip, sparked the pricks, all that's left is some carcasses
the doctor quick,
word to Manute Bol, I tossed his shit
too small for this,
you Tony Parker, I'm David Robinson
Shoot like Stojakivic, I copped the whip, Parked the shit
Bumpin' Big Poppa shit, or new Tupacalypse
the block is sick,
mad 'cause rapping is actually popping shit
demolished it,
I'm out in front like where Rosa Parks'll Sit..
Or we just
In accordiance, play you like an accordian
send em right to the morgue with his organs torn by DeLoreans
that was tied to each side, and they took off like Anne orphan would
God Damn,
These Snakes is Out of Hand like Scorpion

Shawty I'ont FLUH
Shawty I'ont FLUH
Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK
Shawty I'ont FLUH

OUTRO
GET THE CHEESE, GET THE DOUGH
HIT THE STREETS, GET SOME MO
MONEY PROBLEMS, COME AND GO
BUT IT'S WORSE, WHEN YOU BROKE
BULLETS BURST, IN HIS THROAT
GRAB THE PURSE, HIT YOUR HOE
GO TO CHURCH, CASKET CLOSED
SPRAY THE HEARSE, CLEAN THE FLOOR

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from December 10th, released January 20, 2015
Juwols Jones Did Everything.

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