| Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
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| New whip with the top, woah
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| Hold up, not even
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| New whip with the top dropped (Uh)
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| Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (Uh)
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| I ain’t got no million dollar deals, I still make hits
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| These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
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| I’m not with it, scope wide, I got good vision
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| I’m seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid
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| A little loose-lippin', I’m in the booth sippin'
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| Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
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| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| I’m into givin' coffins out
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| I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out
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| I’m not cool, I’m not nice, I’m not you (Nah)
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| There’s no friends, no feels, this kid’s stupid (No)
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| Fresh smile, gold tooth
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| Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
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| Not cool, I’m not nice, I’m not you
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| There’s no friends, no feels, this kid’s stupid
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| Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
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| Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
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| I could never show you niggas all this dirt I’m doin'
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| Sticks to your face like «Hacksaw» Jim Duggan
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| First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost
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| 'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga
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| Look, fuck is you, uh
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| Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? |
| These niggas actin' stalker now
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| I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now
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| Look, it’s a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
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| These arms extended, I’m not givin' daps out
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| Pounds, pounds, pounds
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| Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
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| Bitch, I love it
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| Heartthrob Peggy, I’m above it
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| I ain’t got no fuckin' tickets, I ain’t got no fuckin' money
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| I ain’t got no fuckin' digits
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| Can’t call me at no office, can’t call me at no crib
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| You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can’t let these niggas-
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| Aw, fuck!
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| Yeah, nigga (Uh)
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| You know how the fuck we comin' with it (Uh)
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| You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
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| JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
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| A.K.A. |
| Buttermilk Jesus
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| A.K.A. |
| DJ Half-Court Violation
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| A.K.A. |
| Lil World Cup
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| And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh
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| Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t call me unless I gave you my number
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| (Hahahahaha)
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| That’s, that’s, that’s how relationships built
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| (Hahahahaha) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How To Build A Relationship , by - Flume. Song from the album Hi This Is Flume, in the genre