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Beef Flomix
by Flo Milli

Flo Milli shit, bitch

I like cash and my hair to my ass (I do)
Do the dash, can you make it go fast? (Go, go)
Fuck the fame, all I want is them bands (Money)
If she keep on muggin', I'ma steal her man (I got him)
He watchin' my behavior 'cause he know I'm bad
Pussy put a spell on him, he in a trance (Damn)
I do what I please and you do what I ask (Haha)
He love my confidence and that's what you lack (You love it)
If you think I'm stealin' swag, bitch, come and sue me (Sue me)
They watch me like I'm a new movie (A movie)
His baby mother is my groupie (Yeah)
We got the club going up on a Tuesday (Go, go)
Like an OMG girl, I'm a beauty (Beauty)
If it don't go my way, I get moody (Moody)
Nigga, flexin' on you is my duty (Duty)
I'm the big dawg, my nickname is Scooby

Who got beef with me? (I don't know)
Girl, you don't wanna compete
I'm too fast on my feet (Yes, you don't)
And you know where I be
Making you mad is my specialty
I'm the petty queen
I need you to have a seat (Bye)
My dad will drill you like a cavity (Cavity)
And he won't let you in on his strategy
Better think twice when you come for our family (Ho)
Honey, you're gonna cause a fatality (You out of here)
Can't do no broke ho, they give me allergies (Ew)
But I know they love my personality (Yeah)
Maybe 'cause I got a nigga mentality
I'm tryna make a million my salary (Money)
I might've took a L
But I'm pretty sure nobody could tell (I'm up, I'm up)
It took me a while to come up out my shell (It did)
At least I could say I did it with no help

Bitch, I'm a lil' savage, I like to rebel
Guess my mama don't like it, she keep raising hell
They know I'm the shit, I wonder if I smell
You can't take nothin' from me 'cause this what I built

He say he know me but it don't ring a bell
Nigga I'm not buying the dream that you sell (Woah)
And if you betray me, then you took a L (Woah, woah)
My pockets fat like that ass on K. Michelle, damn (Michelle)

Who got beef? (Who got it?)
I'm tryna find something to eat
If she the opp, then bring her to me
I don't give a fuck about her name in these streets (Sit down)
Ain't no runnin' up on me
Bitch, I'm guarded like I'm an Obama
If they hit you, you gon' need your mama (Baow, baow)
They got heat, I ain't talkin' no sauna
Lil' ho, you don't want no drama (Drama, drama)

(Drama...)

Writer(s): Ollie Rudolph

Contributed by Kaelyn W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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on Flo Milli- No Hook

You do what they do cause you can't fit in I do what I want cause I know who I am! I twerked on him, now he think I'm a dancer no hair like my pussy got cancer! and it ain't get no chemo wet as fuck, I call it Nemo scaring bitches like I'm debo you really don't want no smoke we all know that you a hoe! I'm not a thug, I don't be in these streets but if you pull up, you gon' feel this heat who the hell would I be if I let you disrespect me Why do niggas wanna test me! People talk, but they messy She want beef so I'm eating my veggies Don't need practice, I'm ready blow some smoke, it's deadly Yea, I'm a 5 star, no Patrick Hundred dollar bills under my mattress! Bitch you a actress, you need to stop I'm on a stairwell headed to the top Shut out the gates bitch, won't get tired Constantly working, 365 I shook my Demons off, I am alive Don't ever lose faith, just put your trust in God! I'm on my grind! All I wanna do is get some money, but it feel like the paper is running from me If you don't like me get a stool and get over it Respect the fact that I'm chosen To these lame hoes I'm the coldest They be bitin' my sweat like a rodent Girl I'm the best and you know it You ain't real, I'm exposing! if you talking shit, hope you can back it up Cause Ion give no mercy when it's time to buck And you hoes mad cause I'm poppin Step back, you know how I'm coming stay in your lane like a parent how me and my bitches will do you Pop yo ass like yo momma do Keep on talking shit, my boyfriend will introduce you to his tool you headass just get out my way I'm on a mission, I ain't come here to play Competition I eat em up like steak I been a savage since first grade I'm just woman up like a Pro pane Don't approach me if you got no game So last, you are such a lame Hand me that money and just keep the fame! That bitch, she mad cause I'm winning mumbling shit but can't say it like a real bitch Hating hoes, I don't fuck with those But they stay on my dick like they horny I know You think that you funny, but all your jokes are mad corny Why you keep coming for me Bitch you look dumb my door I stole your man, let you tell the story Mama never taught me how to be a hater You always mad, go get you some paper Really bitch with a miserable life I'm doing something right cause I got her type Never let a punk bitch try you twice Girl be direct, do you wanna fight You ain't bout all that shit that you talking I'll leave your ass with a limp when you walking Dat way, lil baby whore! Don't speak on my name anymore she sucking dick, now she got a sore Gassed up I'm falling on the floor if you ain't talking money then there's the door And ain't no hook on this beat! I just talk my shit, then I leave!

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