Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Multiple Flows, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Funeral, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
Multiple Flows |
Damn, I got a plan |
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands (What?) |
Countin' it like I got multiple hands |
Got multiple hoes every time that I land |
I walked in this bitch with only five bands (Huh?) |
Roll the dice, times that two, now I got ten |
Roll the dice, my niggas movin' that tan (Ayy) |
My bitches either sell weed or they scam (Ayy) |
Water my neck, my shit look like a dam |
TEC-9 a beaver, that shit do not jam (Ayy) |
I will not wear no Evisus again (Ayy) |
Number (N)ine, it’s like Evisu times ten (What? Yeah) |
We got them choppers that come with a vent (Ayy) |
Electronic clip, it come with a sim |
My Brooklyn bitch, she came with some Timbs (Ayy, huh?) |
She tellin' her friends, I came with some M’s (Ayy, damn) |
Workin' your bitch out in my private gym (Damn) |
Nigga, I’m workin' her center (Her center, woah) |
Bend her over 'cause I’m 'bout to enter (Bend her over, woo) |
Like I’m intercontinental (Continental, woah, yeah, yeah) |
Shot an opp on the, uh, accidental (Ayy) |
Hit his teeth, need to call up his dental (Ayy) |
None of my shooters on camera (Ayy, ayy) |
Like Lil Uzi is a Amish member (Yeah) |
Fuck my enemies and my foes (Ayy) |
I can tell these niggas all hoes (Hoes) |
When I come around, say they my bro |
When I leave, say they fucked my ho |
I spent five thousand for a coat |
So you know I can’t catch a cold |
You said five thousand, I’m dumb |
I said, «For five thousand, you broke» (Ayy) |
Man, we gon' hang a pussy with a rope |
That boy on Fentanyl and the soap (Woo) |
Bitch, I was high off the dope (What?) |
Pull up a double R, and I coast (Ayy) |
Let the opps pull up to the show (Yeah) |
We gon' put they ass in a glove |
Rudolph, hit his ass in the nose |
Man, I’ll put that shit on bro |
Damn (Hee), I got a plan (Yeah) |
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands (Yeah) |
Countin' it like I got multiple hands (Yeah) |
Got multiple hoes every time that I land (Yeah, yeah) |
I walked in this bitch with only five bands (Woah) |
Roll the dice, times that two, now I got ten (Woah) |
Roll the dice, my niggas movin' that tan (Woah) |
My bitches either sell weed or they scam |
Trust no man, not even the man in the mirror |
My vibe in the mansion, she playin' in the mirror |
I fuck her, get dressed, and go handle my business |
This shit on my neck got my head on a swivel |
I’m drownin' in my dream like my bed is a river |
I wake up in beast mode, I ate her like Skittles |
I’m colorblind, when I fade to black it look similar to |
White gold and platinum and grey and to silver |
I bust down a bustdown, that’s self-motivation |
I bust on her skin, now she exfoliatin' |
I treat the nina like forever my lady |
Got two extendos, that’s a thirty for thirty |
You ain’t from around here, we need verification |
These rocks is so big like I’m wearing a glacier |
These streets is so cold, nigga, Hell a vacation |
I’m street smart, lil' woadie, that’s edumacation |
And I had told young boy to watch out for oldhead |
I told young boy that I’ll knock off his old head |
Told him I’ll put his head right next to your head |
I give my young boys the go 'head, code red |
I don’t sip nothin' but yurple, no red |
She gon' hop on me, do circles, go 'head |
I’ma hop out the convertible, no head |
I’m lookin' mosaic, killin' hoes, OJ |
Huh |
And I was so trippy, I looked in the mirror, I didn’t resemble me, nigga, uh |
We was so litty, I forgot to tip her, she said, «You could Venmo me, nigga» |
Niggas keep trippin', I look up at God and I swear he say, «Send me a nigga» |
I’m Weezy F Baby, and please say the F like John F. Kennedy, nigga |
I was so litty, I looked in the mirror and started to envy me, nigga |
We was so litty, I forgot to tip her, but she know it’s M-O-B, nigga |
I got a plan, I fucked that lil' homie, it got out of hand |
Wait, I’m not a fan, she gave me her only, but I’m not a fan |
Damn (Ooh), I got a plan |
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands (Bands) |
Countin' it like I got multiple hands |
Got multiple hoes every time that I land (Land) |
I walked in this bitch with only five bands (Yeah) |
Roll the dice, times that two, now I got ten (Damn, damn) |
Roll the dice, my niggas movin' that tan (Roll the dice) |
My bitches either sell weed or they scam (Ayy) |
Water my neck, my shit look like a dam (Woo) |
TEC-9 a beaver, that shit do not jam |
I will not wear no Evisus again (No) |
Number (N)ine, it’s like Evisu times ten |
We got them choppers that come with a vent (Buh) |
Electronic clip, it come with a sim (Yeah) |
My Brooklyn bitch, she came with some Timbs (Yeah) |
She tellin' her friends, I came with some M’s (Lil' bitch) |
Yeah, add it up, add it up |
Fucked that lil' homie, it got out of hand (Ayy) |
Hey, hey, I’m not a fan (Ayy) |
She gave me her only, but I’m not a fan (Ayy), no |
Wait, I got a plan (Ayy) |
Shout out to fam, shout out to fam (Ayy) |
Yeah, I got a plan (Ayy) |
Lil Tunechi, Lil Uzi, that’s a power plan (Ayy) |