XXDineroXx - Flames Part II lyrics

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XXDineroXx - Flames Part II lyrics

[Verse 1: J4yDiZz1e] J4yDiZz1e gets to rocking with the realest, Me and Dino get to k** it k** it k** it Flames part 2 know we bout to drill it, In the kitchen making milli milli millions Stacking money to the ceiling wanna live it, I am godly motherf**er don't forget it n***as always want my shoes but can not fill it, Heat is drastic and these n***as they can feel it Slow down like whoa now, Cause these n***as thinking they can f** with the best I want 800 million on my chest, These n***as should know I'm better than the rest Up on a track and I'm playing the Ref, Making sure that all this sh** is in check n***as and b**hes they want you for checks, I'mma show them I am find do not check It ain't fake boy it's lavish, Your chain's made of plastic Your watch boy it's fabric, You is nothing boy you average Swishing money like the mavericks, But I am not f**ing with Dallas Even though I always go there I'm Bulls fan like a savage Yeah, Jimmy Butler with the 3, Nobody f**s with me It's alright cause they will see Yeah yeah, Young n***a going up, Got a girl who loves to f** She tsunami that's what's up Rappers now a days basic, Many numbers like the Matrix Got a belt probably faked it, NizzMey got the tapes b**h RaiThaGe got the sauce, Dine'ro here ya'll lost Gold Vest like the boss, Watch got one mode Frost Wipe me down Boosie, All you p**y n***as losing Where the hell is L Cooli, That n***a doing movies And he can show ya a** some clips, b**hes love the way I drip Gabby still on my dick [Verse 2: Dine'ro] b**h I'm in it for the k**, f** around and get shpeeled I make hundred dollar bills, Pulling up in a Phantom Pulling b**hes outta random, Disappear like Randal Walk in with Gucci Sandals, I'mma fly off the handle H on me no Honda, Bad b**h like Ronda Oh I just hit the lotto, GBE Like I was Capo All your b**hes infidelity, Can't touch me higher pedigree Erode you down, Weathering Shooter mowed you down for Meddling MJ I got 6 rings, Shooting squad we got 6 beams I ain't spitting on the damn thing, Real bars you ain't handling Reverse OG Maco my n***a you can not handle me A-Listerr what's good n***a [J4yDiZz1e] You ain't really from the hood n***a Actually I kinda like you, Sike n***a I despise you Emperor, Emperor, Emperor, p**y n***a named James Get big little n***a, You ain't got no fans You ain't got no mans, A-Listerr ain't yo god damn friend

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