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Violin Video (MV)




Performed By: Flamed Wok
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Paul Efrim, Cezar Poiata




Flamed Wok - Violin Lyrics
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Tell 'em what it do, Paul
I make 'em cry
I make 'em cry like a violin (Pow)
Play with my bros, we really get violent
Play with Botgros, we get to the dialing
Callin' my shooters, they get to the spiraling
I make it hot, you get popped like a vitamin
We outside, that's a dangerous environment
Mix all the substances, feel like a scientist
Drill in the night, you get popped by the lightning
I drip in designer, I don't smoke it
I'm smoking dead opps, that's a good joint
Shootin' some three's and that's good scoring
43, seven shots, now they all snortin' (Huh)
Finish ya' sentence, I'm on point
When you finish ya' sentence, we all roarin
You can't get to my paper, that shit folded
And it come with a price if you can't notice (What?)
Rain drop, I'm still trappin' in the same spot (That's right)
Gettin' money, hope I save up
No, they can not tame us (Nah)
I could really make you famous (Pow-pow)
Do it like Nike, just check me (Check me)
I'm playing chess, not checkers (Chess)
Thieves, robbers, we stretchin' (Stretchin)
We was just hoppin' these fences (Pow-pow)
I'm moving shady, huh
Cause I'm off a perc and now I feel deady, huh
And my .40, deadly
Shoot at your body to save me
Cause I been feelin' tired lately
And my money be growing steady
I f*ck with this choppa, heavy
Take a look at his brain (Empty)
And I ain't got no assist
I shoot at his bitch like I'm the sis
I go through the window, no keys
Got the lil bitch on her knees (Knees)
I can't f*ck with that boy, he irrelevant
I keep a .30, an elephant (I keep a .30)
I said I don't f*ck with your common sense
(Said I don't f*ck with your common sense)
Cause she like the way that I dress
She saw the ice on my neck
Her man tryna get a check
Already had her, she a checked
I just caught a body
And he dead
(Yeah he dead)
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Tell 'em what it do, Paul
I make 'em cry
I make 'em cry like a violin (Pow)
Play with my bros, we really get violent
Play with Botgros, we get to the dialing
Callin' my shooters, they get to the spiraling
I make it hot, you get popped like a vitamin
We outside, that's a dangerous environment
Mix all the substances, feel like a scientist
Drill in the night, you get popped by the lightning
I drip in designer, I don't smoke it
I'm smoking dead opps, that's a good joint
Shootin' some three's and that's good scoring
43, seven shots, now they all snortin' (Huh)
Finish ya' sentence, I'm on point
When you finish ya' sentence, we all roarin
You can't get to my paper, that shit folded
And it come with a price if you can't notice (What?)
Rain drop, I'm still trappin' in the same spot (That's right)
Gettin' money, hope I save up
No, they can not tame us (Nah)
I could really make you famous (Pow-pow)
Do it like Nike, just check me (Check me)
I'm playing chess, not checkers (Chess)
Thieves, robbers, we stretchin' (Stretchin)
We was just hoppin' these fences (Pow-pow)
I'm moving shady, huh
Cause I'm off a perc and now I feel deady, huh
And my .40, deadly
Shoot at your body to save me
Cause I been feelin' tired lately
And my money be growing steady
I f*ck with this choppa, heavy
Take a look at his brain (Empty)
And I ain't got no assist
I shoot at his bitch like I'm the sis
I go through the window, no keys
Got the lil bitch on her knees (Knees)
I can't f*ck with that boy, he irrelevant
I keep a .30, an elephant (I keep a .30)
I said I don't f*ck with your common sense
(Said I don't f*ck with your common sense)
Cause she like the way that I dress
She saw the ice on my neck
Her man tryna get a check
Already had her, she a checked
I just caught a body
And he dead
(Yeah he dead)
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Writer: Paul Efrim, Cezar Poiata
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