Issue No 112 The Flame Lyrics
The Flame by Issue No. 112
We them niggas
You know it, your bitch know it, your grandma know it
Look around, all I see is my niggas and me
Look around, all I see is my niggas and me
Ever since a teen I been dreaming 'bout the cream, Wu Tang in this motherfucker
M 16, 16s, don't let that bitch bang in this motherfucker
You can't hang with this motherfucker, we too trill, dope fangs in this motherfucker
You out dang in this motherfucker, ball so hard, goddamn in this motherfucker
ESPN, I took her out to eat, she said, 'Let's be friends'
I said, 'Fuck that, I'm tryna fuck that, bitch, you gonna give me head inside the Benz'
Made me run a red light, let's make a move bitch, all night
Shyamalan star me and you, we can track a gamble with your friend dice
If she's ready then I'm with it, man, that's cool
I kill that pussy, put that shit inside a tomb, map and tuck
It's just us, Mary running out of room, life is chess, not checkers, pussy nigga, make your move
I got that flame
Middle finger to the ones on my dick, you dump your swag chick off my chain
I got that flame
Rep that east side till we die, y'all motherfuckers know our name
We got that flame
I'm bad about it, money, I count it and every single night I pray
I got that flame
I got that flame
Gold-getter, gold-runner, blow cheddar, flow better
Being your top 5, boy, it don't matter
Either way with snow I'm bringing ether flow
I don't mean to boast but y'all squeakers low
In my eyes y'all seen before, and see gust though I just might bust foe
'Cause the game go diamonds and ropes
Ever since a youngling I just wanted to ball
I gave up all that because I wasn't that tall
But now I'm so tall y'all just out at my balls
And we gonna need a lil' something when we fled the crowds
West dome, some Sierra Leone, I flow like Mary and Jones
'Cause I run the truck, don't be mad at me, bro
You should be happy'
Smashing these hoes, the fashion is Vogue
The pyrax here, version will blow
And you niggas ain't know, it's like 4 in the morning and we blowing the joe
Man, we acting tough, there ain't nowhere to go
I got that flame
Middle finger to the ones on my dick, you dump your swag chick off my chain
I got that flame
Rep that east side till we die, y'all motherfuckers know our name
We got that flame
I'm bad about it, money, I count it and every single night I pray
I got that flame
I got that flame
You know it, your bitch know it, your grandma know it
Look around, all I see is my niggas and me
Look around, all I see is my niggas and me
Ever since a teen I been dreaming 'bout the cream, Wu Tang in this motherfucker
M 16, 16s, don't let that bitch bang in this motherfucker
You can't hang with this motherfucker, we too trill, dope fangs in this motherfucker
You out dang in this motherfucker, ball so hard, goddamn in this motherfucker
ESPN, I took her out to eat, she said, 'Let's be friends'
I said, 'Fuck that, I'm tryna fuck that, bitch, you gonna give me head inside the Benz'
Made me run a red light, let's make a move bitch, all night
Shyamalan star me and you, we can track a gamble with your friend dice
If she's ready then I'm with it, man, that's cool
I kill that pussy, put that shit inside a tomb, map and tuck
It's just us, Mary running out of room, life is chess, not checkers, pussy nigga, make your move
I got that flame
Middle finger to the ones on my dick, you dump your swag chick off my chain
I got that flame
Rep that east side till we die, y'all motherfuckers know our name
We got that flame
I'm bad about it, money, I count it and every single night I pray
I got that flame
I got that flame
Gold-getter, gold-runner, blow cheddar, flow better
Being your top 5, boy, it don't matter
Either way with snow I'm bringing ether flow
I don't mean to boast but y'all squeakers low
In my eyes y'all seen before, and see gust though I just might bust foe
'Cause the game go diamonds and ropes
Ever since a youngling I just wanted to ball
I gave up all that because I wasn't that tall
But now I'm so tall y'all just out at my balls
And we gonna need a lil' something when we fled the crowds
West dome, some Sierra Leone, I flow like Mary and Jones
'Cause I run the truck, don't be mad at me, bro
You should be happy'
Smashing these hoes, the fashion is Vogue
The pyrax here, version will blow
And you niggas ain't know, it's like 4 in the morning and we blowing the joe
Man, we acting tough, there ain't nowhere to go
I got that flame
Middle finger to the ones on my dick, you dump your swag chick off my chain
I got that flame
Rep that east side till we die, y'all motherfuckers know our name
We got that flame
I'm bad about it, money, I count it and every single night I pray
I got that flame
I got that flame