Pasto Flocco

Mclovin

Pasto Flocco


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Pasto Flocco, yeah
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Yeah, I don't even wanna collab
I asked that nigga "Please, brodie, can I get my flow back"
Fuck you, fuck you, nigga, ho that
This is not no Cardi B, Yellow, ain't no Bodak
Real niggas never say they real, they some chill niggas
Yeah, I got some family members
they don't even care, they kill niggas
Real niggas, they don't even say nothin'
they some chill niggas
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Trevor from this Gta
Yeah, that nigga, he ain't starve with me
so he don't eat today
Yeah, I'm walkin' in the mall
now I'm doin' meet and greet's today
I ain't even hit a remix, me and Tecca
we made treesh today
She swipe like a Visa, on the block like Trevor Ariza
I don't want her that shawty a treesha
Shawty she lucky, I don't wanna grease her
By the way I'm spittin' these facts in my songs
they call me like "Pasto the preacher"
These niggas, they stealin' my flows
they copyin' me like I am a teacher

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Stephen Curry, I'm shootin' the shot
Dope, he cooked up the pot
Sauce, you know that I got it on lock
The way you can tell, just look at my eyes
And she off a Xan and I'm off the lean, yeah
I cannot respond
And the sauce that I got, all these niggas can't copy
yeah, it's too hard to find
Yeah, I was a born finesser, Pasto, I am a flexer
I am a fuckin' finesser, I got a bitch named Vanessa
Hop in a Tesla, yeah, you know we all flex up
If that nigga want static, I don't wanna fight, nigga
I'm not a wrestler
My niggas all comin', you know we not runnin'
you know that the shots get to bussin'
I get to the green, you know that she love me
she callin' me Pasto Mclovin
I stay in her dreams, she think about me
she has the Cartier gleam
She said "I don't suck dick and I am a virgin, " bitch
I know you a treesh
I ain't always had shit and you know I got it
It's no cappin' and they see I've got it
I'm like why you do it? Why you started rappin'?
Yeah, you know Pasto, yeah, that nigga daddy

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