Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flossin' , by - Internet Money. Release date: 19.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flossin' |
| Riding in a Maybach flossin |
| Shorty with me wondering why I get up often |
| High as hell don’t want do no talking |
| And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution |
| Put that love around me, she bring hatred out me |
| Scared from love, on these drugs, got my world cloudy |
| I was hiding in my big home don’t know how they found me |
| Northside with my thugs get hit with slugs you pull up with 'em around me |
| Black ops all we got out here, strapped with chrome, got polo on |
| These diamonds hit like chandeliers |
| Hol’on jack some stores, don’t play on phones |
| It can go down soon as that first call in |
| I done spotted one now I’m onna doll |
| Clar my lenses soon as I first walked in |
| I won’t feel a thing for th night out |
| Please don’t hold no grudge against me |
| I’ll be gone 'for the lights out |
| Can you tell me right now |
| If it come down to them all going against me |
| Just wanna know you got my back that’s all |
| Public trail, take pictures, I don’t take interest no |
| Get into it, don’t wanna talk to you 'til my feelings go |
| Love wanna put me up but I been down since my friend been gone |
| My bro my thug, who got me though hope ones who i had all along |
| Riding in a Maybach flossin |
| Shorty with me wondering why I get up often |
| High as hell don’t want do no talking |
| And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution |
| Hope they better proceed with |
| These diamonds ain’t coming up off me |
| Niggas know I tote big forties pull up and end your party |
| And keep these bitches off me, see them guns they still ain’t caught me |
| Catch you riding just for to find me, but you done linked to what the blind be |
| They know what up, ain’t nun for to talk bout shit, come pull up nigga |
| Big sticks inside this truck ain’t gotta work out, if I up, like a pullup nigga |
| One two three four five six seven thirties, two four six came by zips |
| Hatchback lifting up, compete defeat kill all keep sinning wit my pole |
| I can’t die you know these niggas they might try |
| So just like god I keep my fi' right by my side |
| I’m driving fast, happy I’m up, I ain’t suicidal, at least right now |
| Still gettin it in free them gang babies, need 'em on side me |
| Riding in a Maybach flossin |
| Shorty with me wondering why I get up often |
| High as hell don’t want do no talking |
| And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution |
| Riding in a Maybach flossin |
| Shorty with me wondering why I get up often |
| High as hell don’t want do no talking |
| And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution |