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Ransom - Flammable lyrics
The street shit is catching up to me
I dont know how longer I can go without the luxury
Or having money come to me, this shit no longer fun to me
I dont think it ever was, desert eagle black man
Since Im leather gloved, just to keep my head above
What these niggas said was love
Is just another way to keep me come before they she'd your blood
And every pot hole on the road to riches
Must have took a wrong turn they wonder why Im so suspicious
And why the flow is vicious, I went to hell and back
Just so I can post the pictures
Call a couple hoes and mistress, bet you duffles on your shitlist
Id probably be the first name, at every rapperRansom - Flammable - http://motolyrics.com/ransom/flammable-lyrics.html
Who you think they throw the worst pay, me, fuck it
I aint tryina win a contest, but raise back in this game
And its sounding like a bomb threat
I sent your ass beyond death, your shadow upon your moms steps
Run up in your daughter school, and rip out her prom dress
Damn, Im feeling like an animal, considering where Ive been
Thats perfectly, understandable
Surgically, Im a cannibal, oblivious to pain
Im a don, you aint gotta treat these indians the same
Im a king and I aint never been affiliate with james
Don king, I suggest you get familiat with the name, duffle
Yeah, they telling me dont feel like this
You cant tell me how to feel.