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MC Flapptiesz - Im From Winchester (feat. Larry Luv) Lyrics
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How do you do
It's a boring-ass little town
And ain't shit to do
Full of drug addicts and
Them false-claiming fools
Them fake gangbangers and
Them made-up crews
But the ones that really get me
Are the boys in blue
The ones who use power given and
Compose their own rules
The ones out to get you,
Don't let them play you like a fool
Like they set me up
When I was back in school
On the back road
With a sack hoe
And a fat hoe
And some ass hoes plenty bitches and
They talkin' bout the trap slow
Really chill, bitch
Yeah, I slap hoes
I'm a flapp though
With the pack though nigga, chill
Before we run in through yo back door
I look back and I'm back on that back road
Might hit tj's
This a replay
Casamigos yea
It's been three days
In the city, I'm like Wayne there go DJ
And f*ck 12, if they chase, it's a relay
You can't run, hoe
Grab yo gun bro
Niggas tweaking yeah,
They might rob a drug store
Yo bitch tweaking where the drugs go
Say he thuggin', but he really ain't a thug
By the color of these niggas
They gone die slow
OCR at the park we slide bro slide bro
I'm from Winchester, Tennessee
How do you do
It's a boring-ass little town
And ain't shit to do
Full of drug addicts and
Them false-claiming fools
Them fake gangbangers and
Them made-up crews
But the ones that really get me
Are the boys in blue
The ones who use power given and
Compose their own rules
The ones out to get you,
Don't let them play you like a fool
Like they set me up
When I was back in school
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How do you do
It's a boring-ass little town
And ain't shit to do
Full of drug addicts and
Them false-claiming fools
Them fake gangbangers and
Them made-up crews
But the ones that really get me
Are the boys in blue
The ones who use power given and
Compose their own rules
The ones out to get you,
Don't let them play you like a fool
Like they set me up
When I was back in school
On the back road
With a sack hoe
And a fat hoe
And some ass hoes plenty bitches and
They talkin' bout the trap slow
Really chill, bitch
Yeah, I slap hoes
I'm a flapp though
With the pack though nigga, chill
Before we run in through yo back door
I look back and I'm back on that back road
Might hit tj's
This a replay
Casamigos yea
It's been three days
In the city, I'm like Wayne there go DJ
And f*ck 12, if they chase, it's a relay
You can't run, hoe
Grab yo gun bro
Niggas tweaking yeah,
They might rob a drug store
Yo bitch tweaking where the drugs go
Say he thuggin', but he really ain't a thug
By the color of these niggas
They gone die slow
OCR at the park we slide bro slide bro
I'm from Winchester, Tennessee
How do you do
It's a boring-ass little town
And ain't shit to do
Full of drug addicts and
Them false-claiming fools
Them fake gangbangers and
Them made-up crews
But the ones that really get me
Are the boys in blue
The ones who use power given and
Compose their own rules
The ones out to get you,
Don't let them play you like a fool
Like they set me up
When I was back in school
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Writer: Roy Davis, Larry Elliot
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