Theraflu (Freestyle) Lyrics
My bank account, tellin’ me to calm down
The billboards tellin’ me to climb down
Ha, n*ggas pillow talkin’, let me find out
Could give a f*ck about later bitch I’m on now
Ha, you know the shine is what I do though
B*tch, you know I’m flexin’ I bought a necklace and a 2 do’
Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot
RnB killin’ rap n*ggas, that’s just what I do though
These n*ggas is lame, they always complain and doin’ the same shit
Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin’ the same d*ck
I’m tired of these n*ggas, tired of arguin’ over the same b*tch
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N*ggas funny like comics, I’m wealthy n*gga, I aint rich
My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint b*tch
Pop records bought me this Ferrari, that’s a lane switch
Switch it up on you n*ggas watch my number change
Grown up on you n*ggas, yeah my number changed
Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting beats
I bought all my clique toys, aint no n*ggas wasting heat
Yeah I cop that big noise, aka I’m TNT
I blow that shit up, get up
Cause boy you can’t get rid of
Don’t f*ck with my old b*tch, it’s like a bad fur
Every industry n*gga done had her
Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her
B*tches breaking codes, but I’m the password
Now it’s time for young n*ggas to shut down shit
If you yappin’ in the club then you surrounded
They say he trippin’, on some greyhound shit
He didn’t listen, now he listening to the ground bitch
Put him out, he’s sleepin’
With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin’
Like it’s lights out, he took a beatin’
Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance
Damn, his b*tch cold, need a Theraflu
Took ‘em shopping, bought ‘em 1500 pair of shoes
Ha, Theraflu
I’m a cold ass n*gga, f*ck you!
Submitted by: CristinaF
