No Flaggin

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No Flaggin

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I don't do no flaggin', y'all know that Young nigga, I got old cash, yeah I got old cash, and it's so sad, I got problems on my whole ass, yeah From the Golden Acres projects, I was a bad lil' kid I'm movin' my baby, do my adlib, that was my last bitch J.G. Wentworth, free my cash, bitch, I came from rats, rich So much snipers in the mansion, you smell like catfish Mama had heard me on the radio, then she start sheddin' tears 'Member when we ain't have no ceilin' fan, now we got chandelier Never sweat, I'm rockin' cashmere, I'm fuckin' the cashier Say, "I made so much money last year," I ain't a— (Shh) Got Harry Carter on my whole ear, you niggas so weird Tell my son to bring me a cold beer, don't touch my bowl of pears I changed my mind, okay, go grab the pills (Yeah, uh) White bitch bald-head, look like Britney Spears (Yeah, uh) I be snipin', baby, John Deer, don't get your dog killed Got the Jag delivered to the crib, hey, Cardi B, grab the rear I be flippin' when I'm hittin' moves, I'm scrapin' residue On them jiggas, call me Jigga-boo, I fuck 'round wrecked the coupe Smokin' Flocka, you a ninny-poo, ayy, psycho, pass the boot I don't do no flaggin', nigga, I been the truth I keep my pack a suit, gettin' this chicken, cock-a-doodle-do Cock it, then you shoot, I'm in the club boppin' with the crew Rockin' with the woo, got the whole Dana in the loop Duval in kahoot, you my favorite suit You my fav—, you my favorite suit, Mulsanne baby blue Let me find out you be savin' boo Told this bitch, "You better not cheat On me, got nine millimeter on me" M.O.B, I'm a big O-Z, L-M-N-O-T Niggas be steady be talkin' what they gon' do, okay, we gon' see Man, say, we gon' see, fuck, facts, we gon' see, fuck He was always a badass project baby, you know what I mean? He was Bad as fuck, but he had a talent. I don't even know that he know How much talent he had at the time because he was young, you know What I mean? He was a G, he was like twelve, thirteen. But when You hear his music, you like, "What the fuck? He been here before " You know what I mean? He been here before, he's special. And he Was a Black-ass nigga too, like me. So I'm like, "Damn, his name Kodak." He was J. Black then, I say, "Nah, his name Kodak." Shit He probably gon' be bigger than Michael Jackson, haha. He probably Is Michael Jordan, be bigger than the Michael's. Ayy, I don't know Why niggas don't like Kodak, like, nigga, you don't even know the Nigga, how you don't like the nigga? Like, for real though, we from The projects, we Haitians, we're poor, we're—, we just comin' up Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Like, real nigga shit though, like This Spalding shit, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Like, we straight From the projects, Section 8 house. Look, we grew up where roaches At, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now our mamas, they learnin' English And shit, this shit comin' in good. This shit comin' in real good

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