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RALAN STYLES - Dahmer Flow lyrics

Artist: RALAN STYLES

album: Dahmer Flow


(Is that Jake and Jared?) Yeah
She call me daddy, but I'm not her father
I'm a killer, nigga, feel like I'm Dahmer
Damn, damn
Kill a nigga like I'm Jeffery
Uh, yeah, huh, I got the sauce in the recipe
Yeah, yeah, uh, she's after D like the letter E
I'm on the street with the motherfuckin' big birds
My nigga, no Sesame, yeah, uh, yeah
She suck my dick then she gets to throwing up, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah
Flexin' wit' a motherfuckin' gun, won't hold it up
Yeah, yeah, uh
Codeine in my cup, I'ma pour it up
Yeah, yeah
Like a elevator, my niggas going up, uh
Johnny test, uh
My nigga, your dawgs is dookie
She suck my dick like a motherfuckin' smoothie
Shots in the clips, I'm not talking a movie
Yeah, yeah
My nigga, I don't mean a movie, uh
I fucked yo' bitch, she a groupie, heh
Heh, she cannot lose me, damn
She think I'm cheatin' but that bitch
She don't got no proof, ay
Diamonds on me, they be blue, hey
She tryna fuck on the crew, yay
Hop in that motherfuckin' coupe
We take down the roof
Then my niggas, we shoot
He don't want beef, that boy, he want a truce
Bitch, I'm the goat, but this shit is not new
Two twin Glocks, bet it give a nigga dimples
If a nigga run up on me
Swear to God, it'll be simple
And she laughing like a riddle
And she tickle on my pickle
And the ice on up my neck, man, it feels like a sickle
Niggas be laughing like riddle, uh
Eat on my dick, Skittles, ooh
My niggas, we found him, I'm not talking Malcolm
My niggas, we shoot in the middle, ooh
Got a lot of fans up, got a lot of bands up
Told a pussy nigga, pick his mans up, yeah
Show in the north, got a show in Atlanta
Countin' all the money that I ran up, uh
Effortlessly, I just be switching flows, eh, yeah
But I don't switch bros, ayy
How I be switching my flows, eh, yeah
We on a roll, hold on
Gotta fuck with my clothes on, uh
She gon' suck me with her clothes on, uh
Diamonds on me like Frozone
Pull up on a nigga with a pole though
All of these niggas be snitchin'
They talk to the motherfuckin' police, yeah
I do not fuck with these niggas
They hating, but niggas don't know me, yeah, huh
She suck my dick in motherfuckin' back of the whip
I done pulled up with that motherfuckin' gun
And it's all on my hip, then we shoot, then we dip
Gun on her lip
Bitch, I blew up like a Crip
Get off my dick, she gon' flip
Henny it's all in my motherfuckin' cup, uh-huh
I'm 'bout to go take a sip

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