Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Toast

Eat dick with the side talk
Im am the streets and the side walk
Salute to the realist
Pachulia on the block with the ZaZa
I'm looking at the hate with the side eye
Its Fligga in the building
Look its real on the six train
Had rumbles with Dominicans don't play
Right next to ross with the gun play
Move at least seven on Sunday
My bitch just model the run way
Parda to Louie to Pucci, each one ten k
You couldn't see me with blue ray
Still field talk like the Blue Jays
Swag since Bron was duce trey
Rhude sweat suit with the cool grays
Fuck my old bitch well touché
Thats my old work, shoot till the chrome jerk
Lil coke made my nose hurt
Crack control substance from the third to the thirty first
Make sure you tuck thirty first
Toast to the good life
I turn into nine into twelve, when its cook right
We don't catch feelings
When we catch flights
Im anywhere if the check right
I ask the plug whats the best price
Toast to the good life
I turn into nine into twelve, when its cook right
We don't catch feelings
When we catch flights
Im anywhere if the check right
I ask the plug whats the best price
What you wanna do
Shorty text me like I'm coming through
These bars like devils springs hundred proof
You witness greatness right in front of you
You blind nigga
Well you better open your eyes nigga
This penthouse talk Tribeca
Porsche brought all horse trifecta
You niggas to plane, we don't connect flights
I might go back streets, if the price is right
Fuck struggle I cant forget the hustle
Streets raised me
I cant do sucker shit if you paid me
Thirty excuses to why y'all lazy
Crack talk coke talk too
Home invasions, I done caught two
A few kick doors, been rob still here grace of Allah
On my chains on in Cali, fuck a body guard
Velour on big stepper, Flint Lep plus Mega
Jays on crate sweater, Lord Mobb Double M
Who does it better
Toast to the good life
I turn into nine into twelve, when its cook right
We don't catch feelings
When we catch flights
Im anywhere if the check right
I ask the plug whats the best price
Toast to the good life
I turn into nine into twelve, when its cook right
We don't catch feelings
When we catch flights
Im anywhere if the check right
I ask the plug whats the best price

Written by:
John Dozier

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