Johnny Trumbone - Flares

If a bad bitch got no ass then she done let me down
So she better have some brains or a big house
Your life is cap, Mitchell & Ness, NewEra
Everybody know a fat chick named Fara
Man I can't believe he said that, he really serious
Moonwalking in the background, I'm so mysterious
Just to put you down with a mask like Rey Mysterio
Skrt'n off in the droptop slick Fast & Furious
Bussin' missions its a co-op, we gettin' money
Hungry like 07' Guwop, man this shit ain't funny
I got glass in my tummy, man I'm tough as nails
Franco got yo barbie baggin' work off industrial scales
If Levinscy ain't miss my party, man, he'd probably be here
So I'm riding' round' heartless with a shotty in a Chevy
My heart be sending messages when she don't feel me next to her
I'm not concerned with the next bitch, alone in my nebula
The vibes can be secular
Some nights I'm cold and it affects her
She wants my passion and affection
Got these bitches in the section
Poppin' bottles and flexin'
IG snaps and they texting
Worrying about all the next nggas
When they got a real one in front of 'em
I wink my eye and she come with us
In the suite I got her cummin' hard
Valet parking all them brand new cars
Getting head under them Bentley stars
And its outta this world
I do it for my girl, I dumped my girl on FaceTime
Got the bitches on the late night
They hit my phone, leave me alone
I'm tucking the chrome
I go to my head
Suicidal thoughts
Gotta dead them bitches 'fo they spread
I got a couple bitches and they really spreading legs
They give me head
In the back of my mind I'm losing my mind
Lost my girl, insecure the all time
To cross that bridge, I guess I'll pay that fine
If a bad bitch got no ass then she done let me down
So she better have some brains or a big house
Getting to the sack like I'm Shaq Barrett
Hopping over nggas, the bunny chasing carrots
I'm all about figures, money come like a ferris
You never pulled a trigger, never felt that experience
I'm vibin' with some sinners, but the blessings are serious
Everyday above ground gotta live with no fears
When they see that I'm around, I'm shining hard like a flare
Even when I'm outta town I rep like Gucci la Flare
Got these girls screaming Woo like my name Rick Flair
Bitches dancing in the coupe, call me Fred Astaire

Written by:
Kevin Avila

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