UnoTheActivist - Flooded Pate lyrics

[UnoTheActivist - Flooded Pate lyrics]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Neilaworld) yeah, yeah
Ah (Uno, I killed it)

Baby, come here and get crazy
Shorty wanna hop in my bag (Yeah)
Baby, come here and get crazy
(Dig) , shorty wanna hop in my Jag'
On the dash, hit 280
(Let's get it) , come on, little nigga
Let's drag but her hairpiece a lil' wavy
Drip Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor
I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot of snow bunnies, lot of karats
Let 'em be, can you please stop caring
Ho, I got another one in the lobby named Jess
First class flight, flights on privatе jet
My new bitch look like floodеd-out Patek

I put away the Wock' then
I poured up the Tech
Drip Reed just iced out his neck
Hermes cufflink but I didn't get arrested
Birds in the telly but you
Know you not telling
How they telling me I'm a demon
But I fell straight from heaven?
Chopper make a nigga dance like
For lighting gas, twenty-five lighters
On the dresser, hey
(Twenty-five lighters on the
Motherfucking dresser)

Baby, come here and get crazy
Shorty wanna hop in my bag (Yeah)
Baby, come here and get crazy
(Dig) , shorty wanna hop in my Jag'
On the dash, hit 280
(Let's get it) , come on, little nigga
Let's drag but her hairpiece a lil' wavy
Drip Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor
I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot of snow bunnies, lot of karats
Let 'em be, can you please stop caring
Ho, I got another one in the lobby named Jess
First class flight, flights on private jet
My new bitch look like flooded-out Patek

Chopper gon' hit, top, it gon' hit
(Doo doo doo)
Bullets gon' rip through the enemy
(Doo doo doo) all of my niggas some dogs for
Real, they'll hunt like a killer, huh
And they done let me off the leash
Pop me a Perc' and get geeked
(Pop me a, yeah) i'm on that cash shit
Brand new FN, plastic (Plastic)
I'ma put a nigga on a shirt
All of my chains on surf (Yeah! Yeah)
I've been popping my shit so you gonna
Have to pay for these verses
(Pay for these verses)
Damn, we had pain and we struggled
Know we gon' pop like some animals
I'm having bands
I ain't talking 'bout music
I up the gun and we chopper salute him
(Yeah! Yeah) no, I ain't slaying mine
(Yeah)
But I'm having these whales for real (Yeah)
Finna get cut
A little bad vibes and we just
Gon' take a lil' trip
I did that shit by myself
I stacked up wealth, for real
(Yeah! Yeah)
Grown-ass man, I gotta pay all the bills
(Yeah! Yeah)

Baby, come here and get crazy
Shorty wanna hop in my bag (Yeah)
Baby, come here and get crazy
(Dig) , shorty wanna hop in my Jag'
On the dash, hit 280
(Let's get it) , come on, little nigga
Let's drag but her hairpiece a lil' wavy
Drip Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor
I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot of snow bunnies, lot of karats
Let 'em be, can you please stop caring
Ho, I got another one in the lobby named Jess
First class flight, flights on private jet
My new bitch look like flooded-out Patek

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