Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flatline, artist - Fly Union. Date of issue: 02.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flatline |
| Yeah, I’m floatin', high up and I’m coastin' |
| Got a cup of that potion, walkin' in slow motion |
| She seen a nigga on stage, and I got all open |
| Trying not to fornicate, in deep sea, not ocean |
| I done came up in a long time, attackin' it, K-9 |
| Just hit me on that phone line, hit me on that phone line |
| She love me cause I’m her only, listen to my story |
| If you don’t know me by now then you probably never know me |
| We going hard, full throttle, drinking Henn out the bottle |
| Lamping out on Fairfax, and looking for a model |
| My niggas out here stunting, just keep it a hundred |
| Young OG’s and we run it, young OG’s and we run it |
| Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line |
| Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line |
| Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line |
| Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line |
| I know a girl named Mercedes, drives a Mercedes |
| She pick me up sometimes and go ride around the city |
| Now where I’m from that Northside, where niggas lay you flatline, |
| niggas lay you flatline |
| Knockout, nap time |
| Same shit, different day |
| Nigga like me in that same trap |
| These days I get double pay, how you feel about that? |
| Bitch all on my dick, told her watch out for my strap |
| Hit her once and I let her go, and I bet I never get back |
| All the shit that I do, these garbage niggas can’t do that |
| That’s why they holler your name, and all the hoes is like, «Who that?» |
| I’m like, «True that!» |
| I balloon cash, that double time, that holiday pay |
| 3 o’clock and I’m vibin' out and these niggas think I’m on vacay |
| Hit the range with a bad bitch, she popping off with that AK |
| Rat-a-tat with a half a carat on her pinky ring, that swag shit |
| Ooh baby your bang face, tell these hoes they got nothing for you |
| Tell these niggas to kick rocks unless they pull it out and get to bucking for |
| you |
| Rhetorical, is it cheating if you don’t get caught? |
| Tell me who place fair, laissez faire |
| I’m in too deep, only coming up for air |
| Been here, like nothing new |
| To all the girls singing along to they loving the crew |
| They was talking 'bout you, we just point and laugh like, «Who's who?» |
| I don’t kiss and tell, no PDA, no XO, no tic-tac-toe |
| No love games, fuck out of here like you can’t stay, you can’t stay |
| You probably right, I’m probably wrong |
| I’m running shit, probably stepped in it |
| And I party hard, get off my dick |
| The last 6 months I been celibate |
| The back of the VIP, that’s where you find me |
| The front of the VIP, I’m macking hoes, my crew behind me |
| No, I don’t fuck with niggas that don’t fuck with me |
| No, I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I took the bait, she invited me over, you was out of the state |
| I’m sorry, what you want me to say? |
| Long as you love her |
| I don’t judge 'em, I just can’t trust 'em |
| My karma gone be a motherfucka', balling in Balmain muhfucka' |
| Feeling Durant at the Rucker, fucka' |
| Fuck out of here, I been here, like yesterday, like yesteryear |
| I need a Porsche to change gears |
| And I’m styling on 'em, make 'em change gear |
| Being broke the only thing I fear |
| Gotta sell a mill for the 2012 |
| And next year, take off your girl get over here |
| I know a girl named Mercedes, drives a Mercedes |
| She pick me up sometimes and go ride around the city |
| Now where I’m from that Southside, where niggas lay you flatline, |
| niggas lay you flatline |
| Knockout, nap time |