[Intro: Cameron JorDan]
Whoah!, Yo Flap
You know lemme turn you up just a little
So you let em' know, yeah!
Its been a while
[Hook: Flex]
I put it all on the line
You ain't never ever had the guts to tell me nothing man, Every single time I start to go hard
I put it all on the line
Look at all these haters tryna hate on me, but I know deep down inside they all proud
I put it all on the li i ine!..
I put on, I put on, I put oooon!
I put it all on the line
Put it all on the line, all or nothing its game time
[Verse 1: FlapT McPhly]
Nigga so gone, nigga so faded
Nigga so wrong, wrong..
Gimme me more kush, gimme more booze
Gimme more thongs, when I'm popping that pussy
You not on my level, I'm outer space better call NASCAR
Got my godly flows, & I pray to god my lines stay blessed
Haters talk hard when they run their mouths, so what you saying?
We'll be working hard, all night
Pulling felonies, all right
Now we got money, & its mine
& I stay clean, like nurses
I'm going ghost, no I'm beastin'
Got dead cats, & I'm feastin'
Man we breaking the chains, & we fucking the game
Haters are lame, with no one to blame
Getting more cash, & bitches will claim
Getting more fame, & niggas will hate
Rolling that, & we blazing that, & we faded
We getting head, & we fucking pussy, & we happy
Whoah!, Yo Flap
You know lemme turn you up just a little
So you let em' know, yeah!
Its been a while
[Hook: Flex]
I put it all on the line
You ain't never ever had the guts to tell me nothing man, Every single time I start to go hard
I put it all on the line
Look at all these haters tryna hate on me, but I know deep down inside they all proud
I put it all on the li i ine!..
I put on, I put on, I put oooon!
I put it all on the line
Put it all on the line, all or nothing its game time
[Verse 1: FlapT McPhly]
Nigga so gone, nigga so faded
Nigga so wrong, wrong..
Gimme me more kush, gimme more booze
Gimme more thongs, when I'm popping that pussy
You not on my level, I'm outer space better call NASCAR
Got my godly flows, & I pray to god my lines stay blessed
Haters talk hard when they run their mouths, so what you saying?
We'll be working hard, all night
Pulling felonies, all right
Now we got money, & its mine
& I stay clean, like nurses
I'm going ghost, no I'm beastin'
Got dead cats, & I'm feastin'
Man we breaking the chains, & we fucking the game
Haters are lame, with no one to blame
Getting more cash, & bitches will claim
Getting more fame, & niggas will hate
Rolling that, & we blazing that, & we faded
We getting head, & we fucking pussy, & we happy
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