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You better get low like a limbo shows you never rip those
Indo Hoe? Indo Blows?.. oh that's right it's Indo Flow
And this bimbo knows, I'm dope wit tha flow
Hit ya throat to ya toes, plus I'm strokin ya hoe
You claim you smokin tha dro
but when niggas scream Free Yayo, you open ya nose
I damage scars plus niggas know I'm tha man wit bars
Leave ya whole outfit red juss like Santa Clause
Open ya mouth best believe I put tha tech to tonsils
Two holes in ya chin'll look like some extra nostrils
When beef jump off, all this cat do is run
Someone fightin, Indo's under tha table like chewin gum
Ya girl loves givin head, while my hand's on each titty
She's known to run for tha kids faster than P.Diddy
Tha lead'll peel, I'ma squeeze till ya head juss spills
I'ma let tha barrell spin more times than ferris wheels
So just brag, I spit so fly my voice gets jet lag
Yall gone always see me wit tha belt, like a angry step dad
I got vets mad, you fake thug everyone should boo you
Only time you see crack is when niggas moon you
Your flow is doo doo, I just fuck hoes that's sumthin I stick too
You stay whinning over bitches like Ravishing Rick Rude
Heard ya interview, tell me what this dude was doing
You played a retard on tha radio like Cuba Gooding
You better protect your vest and not try to deflect this lesson
Your name's Flow, so that's tha only thing I regret profecting
I'll inject a tech in, your mouth piece see tha taste? fear it
seems like Sosa's mad that I beat him and made me waste lyrics
I'll bring tha hawk in and stab ya, you a walkin disaster
Indo Flow?, it seems more like talking with asthma
All the chicks you ever loved, I could easily palm they breast
Than get brains from em till they jaw look like Kanye West's
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