Strait Of Messina freestyle by Flascollate Lyrics

[Intro: Flascollate]
My nigga am cold, nigga am cold

[Chorus: Flascollate]
Yeah nigga am cold, (whoo) i need a fur am cold (yeah)
Nigga am cold, (yea whoo) I need a fur am cold

[Verse: Flascollate]
Yeah started takin' lessons, yeah started makin' less friends
Yea fuck being a yes man, pussy make bitches lose bestfriends
Sleepin' on the couch writtin' life plans
Gatta double up my bed for these big dreams
Shawty hit me up, she wann' a tongue fuck
Nigga safe i be checkin' who my type is (who my type is)
Bitches got somethin' that they can't tell, shawty takin' secrets to the grave
Shawty said she hatin' on snitch niggas
My plans worth morе am talkin' six figures
Only showin' love when thеy fuckin' with us
Yea movin' to the light, movin' to the light
Yeah make a nigga bright, make a nigga bright
If ya shawty and ya mom ain't bestfriends then tell a nigga why you wanna marry her?
Yeah nobody knows you better than yo moms nigga
I got souls they be locked up in heaven
Uncle Rob, Sis Thandi and Calvin
So sad i mean prayers couldn't save em (Whoo)
Open up, i learn more then i let go, open up, i pray more then i let God
Yeah talkin' to the man upstairs, gaddamn i see my life obtained
Guard em and you never let em lose a war
Who got the memo? who got the memo? (Who got the memo?)
Life gettin' heavy who got the memo? (who got the memo?)
[Outro: Flascollate]
Life gettin' heavy, nigga who got the memo?
I need a fur am... nigga who got the memo?