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Flesh

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By Street Cries

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

He grow up in the south where its all about rims on cars living like a super star

No matter who you are gold around the neck d boys get mad respect

No cash equals mad reject even run throughs want a check Nevertheless out for best of the best is the concept that controls the steps

Plans to put grands in hands is the process

His first piece release power of the beast

Henissee and shake joints equals flesh feast

Profits from hardware in pocket gave him gold teeth

Jealously streets slow cooking roast beef

Summer heat got fat booties with tats on cheek

Relaxed on the ninth floor king size suite

Thick women he adored you can tell by sounds of da head board

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

Next day she was dropped off headed his own way to get paid no matter what popped off not understanding true cost

Land of the lost laid back in a maybach curtains closed Rick Ross

The opposite of humble feeling so fresh and wonderful

Unaware his world about to crumble stumble selling packs by bundles

On a fast track to loose it all in a fumble like his old man that died in a rumble

But he felt he had the upper hand as he glanced at his muzzle His goonze on standby waiting in a huddle violate get muffled

Thinking to himself Iam too pretty for a tussle

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

Now at the end of the day he put his heat away walking to his house two feet away

Ready to play with shorty from the other day

She opens the door dressed in lingerie see through ex ray next move bedroom blunts and tanqueray now he's drunk starting to sway

She puts a burner in his face what's the number to the safe

He reacts with a back hand slap they both fall on the mattress As she yhells like a actress

Wrestling for the nine thoughts go through his mind

Picturing a accident he left behind shortys mom and him use to grind last he knew she was doing time

A light came on this shorty is mine at the same time she ed back the hammer squeez the nine

The flesh is like feed me feed when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze

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