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