Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Floss Filthy-4, artist - Big Scoob. Album song No More Mr. Nice Guy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.03.1999
Record label: Administered
Song language: English
Floss Filthy-4 |
[Son I’m from the place where we floss regardless |
Cars clothes, we ball the hardest] |
Dog I’m from the home of palm trees and low rider trucks |
Where we let the bass thump and don’t give a fuck |
Oh that’s how you get down? |
Nah this is how I get down |
I keep it filthy as fuck and live the life of a dog |
Catch me in the club with your wife when your favorite songs on |
You poppin' the Cris? |
and I’m popping your bitch |
When you out buying fifths I’m polishing a four fifth |
Add another scuff to my kicks, think I give a shit? |
I wore the same pair of Tim’s since '96 |
Even my Nike Air Max is deflated |
With holes in my socks and mildew rotten shoe laces |
And I still bag more broads than ya’ll niggas |
Even though I borrowed all the clothes in my promo pictures |
I say Big Willy, you can’t stop the rain? |
I wear dirty undershirts full of pasta stains |
And shave maybe once every two weeks |
I’d rather utilize the blade to put a scar on your cheek |
I rock promotional shirts even if the group’s wack |
So don’t be surprised if you see your logo on my back |
I don’t need to floss for sex |
In fact my averex got electrical tape holding the zipper in place |
Iced out only, after I robbed you |
And it’s bling bling when you see the snub knob through |
[Son let me tell you why I dress so big |
Ice on my neck is so damn big |
House and my cars cost so damn much |
And the rims on my truck just can’t be touched |
All my bitches got bodies like them chicks on cable |
I got about a hundred hoes up in my stable |
I’m not just Johnny nigga call me famous |
Any more Cris? |
we drink til we piss |
I don’t bop when I walk Cause I don’t walk |
I’m in the Benz with the drop and I don’t talk |
Chickenheads wanna holler til they throat get hoarse |
Little kids I give them money when the lights take course |
All my guns spit shells like they ate sunflowers |
You could take a blood bath or stand and take a shower |
To me it don’t matter, put holes in your bladder |
Fill your body with led til you ten times fatter] |
[Celph you know I live like a real life king |
Got three kid named Bling, Bling, Bling] |
It ain’t a thing I’m at the Grammy’s with a wife beater |
Drinking rum and cokes straight out the two liter |
[Trendsetters, you do you I do me |
I even eat frosted flakes mixed with bubbly] |
It could get ugly, I’m taking fat bitches to the buffet |
With coupons, with my uncle’s suit on |
[Big Scoob, I got a house full of hoes |
A mouth full of flows, a pocket full of holes] |
Ayo I got a lot of respect for all the real playeas |
Whether flossing or not we still gettin' paper [still gettin' paper |
Still getting' paper] |