Flow (Ms. Jackson) |
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Flow (Ms. Jackson) Lyrics |
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 What`s da supa king K Double O-P-A Say if i say hey, can i get yo number she say, OK U ask for her number and she be like, No Way! got da boots sayin What it Do instead of whodi everybody that think that the Chamillion can`t rap I couldn`t make a wack rap if my name was J-Mack I`m just jokin mack i take that back but i just gave u a shout out nigga, u can`t hate that! Big twenkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas got hoes sayin "Woop, Pull over" like Trina I`m not a drank leena cuz i rather sip zima yellow braud named Trina take my drawes to da cleaners Im above u, u under me like an umbrella don`t even try to front like yo game is much betta if she yellow as the letters in my iceberg sweeta then u betta not let her leave home cuz i`ll gett`a im thugged out foreva, weak.. i think not! im as throwed as a rock in a shot slingshot knock, knock!! who is it? none of yo damn business its da color changin` lizard so shut up until he`s finish nigga, i roll chrome and ill pull up in yo home ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snowcone when it comes to this rap, u can`t do me no harm i would still be calm with a bomb in my palm and a big stick of dynamite strapped to my arm three W`s dot, get of my dick dot com i don`t wear versace cuz i ain`t tryin to be cute i gave my lawyer da boot cuz he try to put me in a suit eat meat with big tig and im throwed al pauldin twenty inch rollers, sean john on my clothin and U of H downtown every semester i might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester nigga, nik nak paddy wack hold up man, matter fact i almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats my nigga, A D, A Lee, and Slim T Bun B, and Ron C and Big T-I-M-P gotta pour some liquor out for them boys up on da south no need to spell it out cuz yall now what im talkin bout |
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