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Supply & Demand - Flee Lord Lyrics


[Intro]

Uh huh, uh huh

Brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah

Brr, Hm, Ow!

[Oh Lord?]



[Verse 1]

Guitars is wicked, I massage the biscuit

So many people want my vibes, I should charge for visits

Long arms like AD, range like Durant

In the game like a champ, gettin' paid while I vamp

When Bless let the drums in, that machine gun blast

The windows 'bout to crack and y'all gon' clean up glass

It's stacks in my safe, and the straps on my waist

I told them I was hungry and they laughed in my face

While you was on the channel surfin', I was hammer burstin'

Raw move fast like the jaw on a Spanish person

Off-white face mask, walk like "Take cash"

Your lady got the mothеr, so a small like [?]

My H go for 90, my state code is grimеy

See me eatin' so these pussies wanna Draco and line me

Black ice in my veins (Veins), and I'm nice with the aim (Yah)

He got broke 'cause he went and spent his life on a chain



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

I'm paid out the ass, the gauge out the stash

No more countin' money, we just weigh it out the bags

Roll a backy full of pressure, still I accurately'll measure

Strictly G's to the M's, Lord, that's the only letters

Mask on metal out, now we finna eat

Quick blast then we petal out, blowin' skinny Pete

My face on the screen sent chills up my spine

I replaced all my dreams with these deals I'mma sign

Hardest worker ever and the smartest with the cheddar

I split it with my Lordies 'cause we started this together

I don't want no smoke homie, I just wanna rhyme

Doin' shows across the globe, droppin' projects all the time

Level up the ladder, yellow cups fill my bladder

Sellin' puff til my pockets all stuffed with this cabbage

I got fans out in Shanghai that let that thang fly

Some G's out Belize bakin' lemon meringue pie



[Verse 3]

Each verse cost a plate, we skrt across the state

Never know we beefin' til I burst off the 8

Stages I be ownin', big braids like I'm Samoan

I'm wavin' and I'm flowin' cuz it's payin' at the moment

But lovey, my whip got a 30 day visa

Its' foreign like my niggas that be servin' great pizza

My steppers cost a half pound, weapons in the background

Walked in on that bullshit, I'm bustin' with that MAC round

Long winded smokin', I be speakin' strong sentence

You softer than a big ass that keep a dong in it

(Yeah I had to sing that part for you bitch ass niggas)

I said you softer than a big ass that keep a dong in it



[Outro]

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