Lord Flacko - Pretty Flacko | Текст песни

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[Verse]
Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga grippin' that chopper
Party like a rocker, but my niggas wilder than Flocka
Whip game proper cause I spit to all of these boppas
I'm big-bodied partner and you niggas talkin' that tonka
I'm as famous as Mozart, hoes lark on my go kart
Get niggas for the Goyard, it cost too much so we bogart
We take yours, nigga, Deebo, hoes love that my teeth gold
My hair wild, my gold fangs, my eyes red, that's beast mode
New hoes, I keep those, bad bitch by the week, oh
It's on, it's on to the next ho, I pray to God that she deep throat
I ain't goin' back to bein' broke, pussy, money and free clothes
Can't forget 'bout the weed smoke, niggas stick to the G code
Comin' down, gettin' throwed, bitches all up in my zone
Thirty-five, forty-four, niggas know we get the show
Pusherman with the kilos, iPhone full of freak hoes
Fuck you mean we ain't wild? We crowd surf at the pre-shows
She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
It's beef, I'm splittin' your taco, you niggas out of your nachos
Cause bad bitches, man, I got those
And the rose Lexes, man, I rock those
And I pop hoes, got a drop Rolls
With a snot nose, in my condo

[Hook x4]
If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up
If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up

[Outro x4]
She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko

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