Soul La' Flare - alley-oop

Light him up like pumpkin
She wanna be my other
I don't want that hoe
Pass her up alley-oop
I only smoke russians
And my cup come in two's
Cup so got damn muddy
Trackhawk pushin' 130
That bitch go OD fast
These niggas don't like us
'Cause of all of they hoes we smashed
Taking these got damn Oxy's
Praying to God they don't hold me back
Bad hoe and I'm folding that
H- h- how you ain't get your Rollie back
Choppa hit him have a bad day
Ain't no act this is not a matinee
Yeah the hoe really think she special
But i got a whole cast aye
Please don't get to com-m-m
Throw the hoe away like some trash aye
I done touched a couple racks no bap
Touched a couple racks not from rap
Tried to ball but you went out of bounds
High as fuck bitch we smoke by the ounce
Know it stung had yo hoe at the house
(I can see so clearly)
(Think these niggas really fear me)
(Never wear no damn Amiri's)
Hold up
I can see so clearly now
I never wear no damn Amiri's yeah
I think these niggas really fear me
Fuck the hoe til' she tear-r-r-r
I pop out the damn cut
Yo bitch told me that she ain't need much
All i need is bread she turn into a duck
Cut his got damn antlers off he feelin' buck
Step on his ass like a damn bug
Real Life
Tell them who's next

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Soul La’flare

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