EST Gee - Flash (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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EST Gee - Flash (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap
than get they pain back
Catch a artist recordin', all you
hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long,
nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playin' poker
outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds
wanted my replacement
I expect that you can lovе the game,
but it won't say it back
You relatе to that? Hundred
cash, brown paper bag
I been thinkin' fast, I want him smashed,
is that too much to ask?
I done hit up so many, ain't know
who would think to wear a mask
Make a clean quick fifty cash from
jumpin' out and bustin' heads
Button and a regular thumb for
backup case I miss you bad
Organized one on one, know somethin'
hit through the windshield glass
All they saw was sparks coverin'
the car, bumper to rental tag
Even work on holidays, help make
you ghost of Christmas past
Hatin' turned to being a fan,
your son favorite album MAD
I was makin' "Young Slimers" with
Thug night 'fore he got grabbed
He was happy that we actually had
guns layin' in the strike trail
Lot of people really ain't 'bout
beefin', well, shit, I am
Every show, every promoter know
I'm gettin' that pipe in
Ain't never tuckin' my ice in
I expect that you can love the game,
but it won't say it back (Go)
You relate to that? Hundred
cash, brown paper bag
Niggas ran off with them watches,
but they paid for that
Watch your mouth, hits like hot lights,
I'll tell foenem to play it back
Only time I compete with my brothers
'bout who aim the best
I wasn't on that mission, but
I was 'cause I paid for that
When I lost my twin, I stood on
all ten, I ain't break a sweat
I break hearts and families, my man
said it gon' break the 'net (Go)
Got so used to blowin' switches,
you see one on every Glock
Every Gen I got is dirty,
in a week I had to swap
You hear them switches in that
playback, just know that
I'm who sent the shots
Ask me how I got my name, I got
a thing for catchin' opps
Niggas tuck they chain around me,
just ask Breado 'bout his watch
Leal got sent up for real, don't
Uber Share if you got opps
Who you know that's young and turnt,
clappin' shit and dumpin' bricks?
That nigga said that he don't like me
'cause his bitch was eatin' dick
I done brung my fuckin' drum, ayy,
Jeff, let me see your stick
And if Geeski say he like
it, then you know I'ma take
that kit (Bitch, go)
Long live my brother, he probably
killed your bitch-ass brother
You know that
Go
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