| FL— FLP Mafia
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| FLP
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| Zeph Ellis
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| Early morning, we be yawning (Yeah)
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| Fiends be calling (Yeah)
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| Traphouse booming (Yeah)
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| Yola coke sniff (Yeah)
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| Pour it all in (Yeah)
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| Got to water whip (Yeah)
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| Hurricane wrist (Yeah)
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| Trap be doing flips (Yeah)
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| Way off in the sticks (Yeah)
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| We don’t pay no rent (Yeah)
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| Stay at Claire’s crib (Yeah)
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| You can get it fresh off the stove that’s that drip (Yeah)
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| How you claim you wanna make doe, but you ain’t on shit (Yeah)
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| Heard he’s getting bread lurk with my pole outside his crib
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| Wait for him then jump out the bushes, walk him in
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| We be smoking runtz, I put 2 grams in a spliff
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| My young’n smoke that ammi, keep a shank up on his hip
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| Shh
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| You know loose lips sink ships
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| Don’t need to see no paperwork, you’re a snitch
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| As a younger couldn’t be a worker I’d burn your bridge
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| Gotta get your hands dirty where I live
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| I need all of the bands
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| I pull up to fiends they’re looking like fans
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| All of them open their hands
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| In a hurry to open the wrap
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| Food done from we open the trap
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| One text and they’re phoning me back
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| So glad I got rid of the pack
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| Cause boydem raided in the… |