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Sheff G – Flows

Flows – Sheff G Lyrics, Letra:
(M8V3N Gang, Shooter, Shooter that Shooter Gang) *gang gang gang*
(M8V3N, M8V3N Gang, Shooter, Shooter that Shooter Gang) *gang gang gang*

Sheff G – Look. I know lately they hating on me. Got my family depending on me
Niggas pocket watching, niggas dropping dots I can’t go jail I got places to be
‘Member the days we was waiting to feast, and there weren’t really places to eat
‘Member loses I took on repeat
And still they throw shade on my name my nigga I done seen plenty shit never talk about it. Bodies drop can’t do shit but put chalk around em’
Only one time when I walk without it got some [?] but can’t talk about it
Peoples feelings change when yo’ change up been through situations people ain’t the same returning favors
Counted on people and waited on people but nobody coming. Times when they doubted me, fuck them apologies, help when you could’ve but nobody would and
They ain’t got love for me, bitches adoring me now cause they see where I’m headed toward and
(I) really reminisce on certain days up in the system the time that I lost and
(I) really really missed [?] cause the drilling was mainly my focus. Look. We was dumb-minded, Thank God focused up we was dumb-minded
Three or two, in the pump my nigga. We ain’t tote woulda lost my niggas. Free the whole gang missing all my niggas. Wit’ the gang same pain needle up my nigga. Drill after drill healing all my niggas. Sin after sin forgive all my niggas

Sleepy Hallow – I woke up in some bad rage. Bro called say he sensing a bad day. Say they love me that’s mad fake. Send shots get shot they know I got some bad fate
They don’t like how I’m stuck in my bad ways. Fuck it I’m stuck in my bad ways They don’t like how I’m stuck in my bad ways. Fuck it I’m stuck in my bad ways
I got shot I ain’t bitch I just manned up. Can’t trip gotta keep tens tucked
Elevated. We was broke and we was devastated. Neva’ hatin’ was waitin’ we got impatient. don’t you get mistaken
Look. I might still bend a block now we got a patient. Fry em’ up no bacon. Look. Know we stand on the strip till’ the block is vacant
Shorty say I’m Satan got the devil in me. I know God forgive me. All my niggas gone shoot if there’s problems wit’ me
What, so whats the problems wit’ me? Droppin’ bombs on em’. You was telling you would drop a dime on em’.
Pull a nine on em’. He ain’t loyal so we put a fine on em’
Watchu’ know bout – hunnid’ days, hunnid’ nights in the whip till’ you know the route? I ain’t showin’ out. Say less I know whatchu’ gone do for a lot a clout. I ain’t goin’ out
Please don’t call me for nothin’ im focused on money quick. My day was rainy no sunny shit. Please neva’ act like you love me bitch

(M8V3N, M8V3N Gang, Shooter, Shooter that Shooter Gang) *gang gang gang gang*
(M8V3N, M8V3N Gang, Shooter, Shooter that Shooter Gang) *gang gang gang*
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