Lyrics Bawal Clan – Yoga Flame
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Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yo where u beez at, what d biznez
Invest in product, fatter wallet from the interest
Check for profits, u may go back and rewind that
Got the fiends askin my peeps
«Yo where the crime at?»
Ano yun, walang jo
So just go rap nalang
Sige lang trap ka jan …
U dont even trap naman
Lang alam, no ba yan
Ayus lang tumupi
Tumabi. Wag pilitin pwede ng umuwi
Gusto mo sa Bawal di tatanggi malamang
Hindi pwedeng puro hangin kailangan may laman
Karga namin di niyo kayang buhatin o tapatan
Kahit sino ang humarang sa amin papalagan
Malamang sa ngayon kami’y kilala mo na
Hindi patas kung kami’y ikumpara mo sa iba
Malakas ang hatak ang mga babangga ay giba
Tikman mo na ang apoy at ipasa sa kaliwa
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Shawty, got damn
Bitch im too legit
Fuck it VVS my jit
Ten bands round my dick
Shinin I’m a walkin lick
I might walk in Rick
Louis on me take yo chick
I dont give no shits
Ma didn’t raise no little bitch
OG in the mix
Smokin on dat oouu he lit
Yung nigga get chips
Supermodels on my lip
Thirty round my hip
Fuckin around wit da gang getchu hit
Got that hadouken
Cutting upper got them all shooken
Doin wonders, wonder how we do this
Crispy clean yet we lookin crooked
Kamehame all up in my zone
KamI-kame lang nag-sindi ng dro
Nawawala ka ba, di taga rito
Umalis kung ayaw mong perwisyo
Walwal kasama mga bawal
No flex zone in the dojo
Roll up the doja
Yo girl stretchin like yoga
When go i work on her, she gon squirt
Bout to eat that yogurt
Coming correct. doing it proper
We outchea
Motherfuckers cannot stop us
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Get at me man im making it rain
Pull up with a qtr ounce of that caine
Always on worst will never be tamed
You be the judge i will never show shame
Remember the name Lex Luthor
Want a war, i’ll bring it to ya
Got me a rugger, flexxing tha muller
Me with that mollah, you in a cooler
Zero fucks given (yuh)
You a fuck nigga (yuh)
Fucked you bitch in da car
We don’t vibe withcha (nah)
Shoulder shaking these haters with swag
You look like a bitch who just got on the rag
Walk on my streets and its bag and then tag
Right off the bat, you gon get clapped
I don’t expect you to understand where I’m coming from
You making too much noise, chewing that bubble gum
Born in California, but y’all know where I’m really from
Too many drugs to get me high in hopes to keep me up
So I write these lines for you, as I slowly open up
I’m dropping clues, with something to prove
Who wanna show me up
I’m going in until the end, I’m so delirious
Just pencil me in if you curious, I’m serious
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
Yoga flame, yoga flame
