Dusty Locane - FLOSS STATE OF MIND lyrics

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Dusty Locane - FLOSS STATE OF MIND lyrics

[Intro] I'm not even gonna lie to you five It's that time, you feel me? ni**as playin' like sh*t sweet Wipe them tears, ain't nobody gonna give a fu*k about them tears you cryin' on Crip street Your brother ain't never comin' back, this the trenches homie You better thug it out Here, take this Ain't no safety on that b*tch, don't fu*k around with that trigger Less you finna put somethin' in the dirt I know where that pussy ass ni**a stay You ready to slide, CloCc? (Grrt) [Verse 1] Neighbors need no favors (Never) Ends need no friends (Friends) Six times ten, with a S on the end (S) Hopped off in a coupe (Huh) Skrt off in a Benz I don't do pretend, I don't do pretend (Huh) Got the .40 in my draws No army, but we tooled up like we 'bout to go to war (We 'bout to go to war) If you try me, got the tommy, and we knockin' at your door (We knockin') Tryna line me, come and find me, gon' be demons at your door (Grrt, bow) [Chorus] Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy) Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me But you can never say a ni**a like me big cheese Both ni**as talk that hot sh*t then go call the police (Ayy, nah, nah, nah) Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy) Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me But you can never say a ni**a like me big cheese Both ni**as talk that hot sh*t then go call the police (Ayy-ayy, ayy, ah) [Verse 2] I keep nina, and guarentee drama time, I'ma squeeze her (I'ma squeeze) Smoking trees with a bad b*tch, Katrina Overseas, and she wetter than Katrina Lightskin, ass fat, I wanna beat up Baby girl a treesha, step up in the spot, that's thirty shot, it got a beamer I could never be the same, change the game, I gotta change my lane Stupid ni**a why you playin' I said [Bridge] 8ANDITT with me keep it, he gon' pop Thirty in the duffle, got the deuce-five in my sock (Glah) I seen the fakin' ni**as when they told me they was tough (Yeah, they was tough) Rolls and control, I can't make this sh*t up (No, I can't make that sh*t up) [Chorus] Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy) Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me But you can never say a ni**a like me big cheese Both ni**as talk that hot sh*t then go call the police (Ayy, nah, nah, nah) Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy) Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me But you can never say a ni**a like me big cheese Both ni**as talk that hot sh*t then go call the police (Ayy-ayy, ayy, ah) [Outro: 8ANDITT] Welcome to the Flossy, uh uh uh To- to the Flossy, yeah yeah yeah Wel' to the Flossy, yeah yeah yeah Oh, oh oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah yeah, oh oh