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Flor (feat. Blakchyl) Video (MV)




Performed By: Gabilán
Length: 2:31
Written by: Juan Padilla, Te'aunna Moore




Gabilán - Flor (feat. Blakchyl) Lyrics




I don't need to spit fast
To spit facts
Package straight from U-line
I'm a residential operation
I'm the one who press record

I don't gotta spit slow
For you to know
Package straight from U-line
I'm a residential operation
I'm the one who press record

Black
Fit'na go get it again
Feeling like "Heartz of Men"
I do shit, I don't pretend
Makaveli with the pen
Blakchyl for the win
I gotta go change lives with my sins
All this pain inside, don't follow trends
Depression seems to lose when I grin
Frequency, get high with the winds
Learning all this patience and
Time fall deepen
The wonders of the now
Can't lose my cool, don't flip
I do flip with a power trip
Guess it's here from daddy and them
Back then, what happened to them?
Granny still a gangster with something to prove
There be times I don't do things right
Being petty for the spite
Aquarius, don't bury this
Don't lose sight
Black, brown revolution
Guess the love was right
Before they shoot me down
Make sure they keep on them lights

I'm a just do me yeah, yeah
I'm a just do me yeah, yeah
I'm a just do me yeah, yeah
I'm a just...

Under my sleeve
I got moves
Over the years
Improved
Part of me knows
There's more
See me go off in the booth
Biting the beat type mood
I really go off in a groove
Young as hell
Yeah with something to prove

Spit something or hand me the mic
For the people had to do what was right
Never gave up on myself
Exercise
Patience, practice
All good happens in time

I said
Spit something or hand me the mic
For the people had to do what was right
Never gave up on myself
Exercise
Patience, practice
All good happens in time

Yeah
Petrified when I leave u in dust
Outer edges
Rolling J's like
It's crust
Three point one four
'N I'm grown
Gotta show you how it's done
Proper form
Nah do it your way guey
Way past pack, pass, after a hit
If I roll it
Ima toke it with a passion
Ain't passing this shit
Hands on the wheel
No passenger shit

No passenger shit
No passenger shit
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I don't need to spit fast
To spit facts
Package straight from U-line
I'm a residential operation
I'm the one who press record

I don't gotta spit slow
For you to know
Package straight from U-line
I'm a residential operation
I'm the one who press record

Black
Fit'na go get it again
Feeling like "Heartz of Men"
I do shit, I don't pretend
Makaveli with the pen
Blakchyl for the win
I gotta go change lives with my sins
All this pain inside, don't follow trends
Depression seems to lose when I grin
Frequency, get high with the winds
Learning all this patience and
Time fall deepen
The wonders of the now
Can't lose my cool, don't flip
I do flip with a power trip
Guess it's here from daddy and them
Back then, what happened to them?
Granny still a gangster with something to prove
There be times I don't do things right
Being petty for the spite
Aquarius, don't bury this
Don't lose sight
Black, brown revolution
Guess the love was right
Before they shoot me down
Make sure they keep on them lights

I'm a just do me yeah, yeah
I'm a just do me yeah, yeah
I'm a just do me yeah, yeah
I'm a just...

Under my sleeve
I got moves
Over the years
Improved
Part of me knows
There's more
See me go off in the booth
Biting the beat type mood
I really go off in a groove
Young as hell
Yeah with something to prove

Spit something or hand me the mic
For the people had to do what was right
Never gave up on myself
Exercise
Patience, practice
All good happens in time

I said
Spit something or hand me the mic
For the people had to do what was right
Never gave up on myself
Exercise
Patience, practice
All good happens in time

Yeah
Petrified when I leave u in dust
Outer edges
Rolling J's like
It's crust
Three point one four
'N I'm grown
Gotta show you how it's done
Proper form
Nah do it your way guey
Way past pack, pass, after a hit
If I roll it
Ima toke it with a passion
Ain't passing this shit
Hands on the wheel
No passenger shit

No passenger shit
No passenger shit
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Writer: Juan Padilla, Te'aunna Moore
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