Flossin

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
(Whoa whoa)
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Uhh, okay)
(Yeah yeah, okay)

Hey, hey
I look like the muhfuckin boss
I move like a muhfuckin boss
Now I got my wings like Ross
If that bitch a thot I cannot wife
Cross her face a x like Benoit
Got checks, three stripes
Got stars (yeah)
She rubbing on me like a spa
Mike Jones
Lil bitch, I stay flossin'
Call on Tyrone
I called up a boss bitch
Know I'ma stunna
Like my last name Austin
Beat up the pussy
The pussy exhausted (oh)
Like Toya, I'm torn
And I'm Jason Bourne
This my ultimatum
I'm super, but I cannot save her
I do not shake hands with the traders

All black, like I signed wit the raiders
I keep some pieces and garments
She wiped her tears
In the tesla with Charmin (yeah)
Snake venom
Lil hoe I'm Carnage
My whole whip was made, fiber carbon (yeah)
No kid, but I still fuck wit Barney's
These lil hoes be tryna extort me
I smoke in house the like I'm Corey
I used to be broke but that shit a long story (shit)
And no I ain't talkin my pockets
Popped off
And said fuck the hate and the politics
Poppin 'nem flats
Said she know all the side fx
Jugging this music shit
Spin the whole block with it
One more time
You better spin the whole block wit it
Shorty a eater, I know she got confidence
Shorty a eater
Know that shit obvious
I be like

Hey, hey
I look like the muhfuckin boss
I move like a muhfuckin boss
Now I got my wings like Ross
If that bitch a thot I cannot wife
Cross her face a x like Benoit
Got checks, three stripes
Got stars (yeah)
She rubbing on me like a spa
Mike Jones
Lil bitch, I stay flossin'
Call on Tyrone
I called up a boss bitch
Know I'ma stunna
Like my last name Austin
Beat up the pussy
The pussy exhausted (oh)
Like Toya, I'm torn
And I'm Jason Bourne
This my ultimatum
I'm super, but I cannot save her
I do not shake hands with the traders

Pull and dump
Know niggas who pull and dump
She back it up, dump it
The trunk in the front
I'm not in city
She showin' me some
I keep it so P
That the cappin is done
Yeah this shit is a jungle
You fall in love, better let it go
Pop pills
So we fuckin' six times in a row
And I ain't have nothin to lose
220 dash
I stepped out my shoes
Took out the trash
I sent em to school
Heavy her ass, her waist little too
I'm finna crash
I feel like I'm Luda
And I'm so dapper
Do that for my cougar
I'm bout the cash
The cash over rule ya
Lil bitch do yo shit
Lil bitch do yo shit

Hey, hey
I look like the muhfuckin boss
I move like a muhfuckin boss
Now I got my wings like Ross
If that bitch a thot I cannot wife
Cross her face a x like Benoit
Got checks, three stripes
Got stars (yeah)
She rubbing on me like a spa
Mike Jones
Lil bitch, I stay flossin'
Call on Tyrone
I called up a boss bitch
Know I'ma stunna
Like my last name Austin
Beat up the pussy
The pussy exhausted



Credits
Writer(s): Israel Leon, Jeffrey Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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