Lil Wayne feat. Lil Uzi Vert – Multiple Flows Lyrics | Audio

Lil Wayne feat. Lil Uzi Vert – Multiple Flows Lyrics

Damn, I got a plan
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands
Countin’ it like I got multiple hands
Got multiple h*es everytime that I land

I walked in this b**ch with only five bands
Roll a dice, times that two, now I got ten
Roll a dice, my n**gas move in attack
My b**ches either sell weed or they scam

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Water my neck, my s**t look like a dam
TEC not a beaver, that s**t do not jam
I will not wear no Evisus again
Number Nine it’s like Evisu times ten

We got them choppers that come with a vet
Electronic clip, it come with a semi
My Brooklyn b**ch, she came with some timbs
She tellin’ her friends, I came with some M’s
I kick your b**ch out of my private gym
N**ga, I’m workin’ her si..
Bend her over ’cause I’m ’bout to enter
Like I’m in no continental
Shoot an opp for the old, accidental
Hit his teeth, need to call up his dentist
None of my shooters on camera
Like Lil Uzi, it’s all Irish member

F**k my enemies and my foes
I can tell these n**gas all h*es
When I come around say they my bro
When I leave say they f**k my ho
I spend five thousand for a coat
So you know I can’t catch a cold
You said, Five thousand I’m dumb
I said, For five thousand you broke
Man, we go hang a p**sy with a rope
That boy on fentanyl, in a slump
B**ch, I was high off of the dope
Pull up a double R, and I can coast
Let the opps pull up to the show
We gon’ put they ass in a glove
Rudolph, hit his ass in the nose
Man, I put that s**t on gang

Damn, I got a plan
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands
Countin’ it like I got multiple hands
Got multiple h*es everytime that I land

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I walked in this b**ch with only five bands
Roll a dice, times that two, now I got ten
Roll a dice, my n**gas move in attack
My b**ches either sell weed or they scam

Trust no man, not even the man in the mirror
My vibe in the mansion, she plant in the mirror
I f**k her and get dressed, and go handle my business
This s**t on my neck got my head on a swivel
I’m drownin’ in my dream like my bed is a river
I wake up in beast mode, I ate her like skittles
I’m colorblind, and I think the black it look similar to..
White, gold and platinum and grey and to silver

I bust down a bustdown that’s self-motivation
I bust on her skin, now she exfoliatin’
I treat that nina like forever my lady
Got two extendos, that’s a thirty plus thirty
You ain’t from around here, we need verification
These locks is so big like I’m wearing a glacier
These streets is so cold, n**ga, Hell a vacation
I’m street smart, lil’ woadie, that’s edumaction

And I had told youngboy to watch out for old head
I told youngboy that I knock off his old head
Told him I put his head right next to your head
I give my youngboys the go ‘head, code red
I don’t sip nothin’ but yurple, no red
She gon’ hop on me, do circles, go ‘head
I’ma hop out the convertible, no head
I’m lookin’ mosaic, killin’ h*es, OJ

Huh, and I was so trippy, I looked in the mirror
I didn’t resemble me, n**ga
We was so litty I forgot to tip
But she say, You can Venmo me n**ga
N**gas keep trippin’, I looked up at God
And swear he said send me a n**ga
I’m Weezy F Baby, and please say the F
Like John F. Kennedy, n**ga

I was so litty I looked in the mirror
And started to envy me n**ga
We was so litty I forgot to tip her
But she know it’s Mob, n**ga
I got a plan, I f**ked her lil’ homie
And got out her hand
Wait, I’m not a fan, she gave me her only
But I’m not a fan

Damn, I got a plan
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands
Countin’ it like I got multiple hands
I got multiple h*es everytime that I land

I walked in this b**ch with only five bands
Roll a dice, times that two, now I got ten
Roll a dice, my n**gas moνin’ that tan
My b**ches either sell weed or they scam

Water my neck, my s**t look like a dam
TEC not a beaver, that s**t do not jam
I will not wear no Evisus again
Number Nine it’s like Evisu times ten
We got them choppers that come with a vet
Electronic clip, it come with a sim
My Brooklyn b**ch, she came with some timbs
She tellin’ her friends, I came with some M’s

Lil b**ch
Add it up, Add it up
F**ked her lil’ homie, and got out her hand hey
Hey, I’m not a fan
She give me her only, but I’m not a fan no
Wait
I got a plan, shout out to fam, shout out to fam
Yeah, I got a plan
Lil Tunechi, Lil Uzi
They some problems damn…

➤ Written by Lil Wayne, LostKidSamy, Lil Uzi Vert & Brandon Finessin
Album: Funeral (Deluxe)
Produced by LostKidSamy & Brandon Finessin
Lil Wayne | Lil Uzi Vert | 2020

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