| Flashy, out of mind, out of sight
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| The only thing I’m seeing right now are these dollar signs
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| Flashy, out of mind, out of sight
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| The only thing I’m seeing right now are these dollar signs
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| I feel like an outlaw, without y’all
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| Young 2Pac, dreadlocks and shit
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| I done came up, me and all my niggas
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| And we broke bread, not promises
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| Put the flow’s up, they adopted it
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| Heard your album drop and niggas auctioned it
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| I’m Dwayne Johnson and you John Cena
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| Now who the fuck you think they Rocking with?
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| I got no limits, on Percy Miller
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| It’s a toast to me, no rehearsal dinner
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| It’s JLF, you can’t etch-a-sketch
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| Not a damn square in my circle nigga
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| See I love women but I hate dating
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| Love money but I hate waiting
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| That’s why I’m with your girl on this vacation
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| From all the days I’ve been cake chasing
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| Flashy, out of mind, out of sight
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| The only thing I’m seeing right now are these dollar signs
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| Flashy, out of mind, out of sight
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| The only thing I’m seeing right now are these dollar signs
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| Out of mind, Out of mind, Out of sight
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| The only thing I’m seeing right now are these dollar signs
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| Out of mind, Out of mind, Out of sight
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| The only thing I’m seeing right now are these dollar signs
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| Flashy
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| (Flashiago, I’m so flashy, they call me Flashiago)
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| Sipping slow, lean done got me throwed
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| (Cuzzi pick it up)
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| Word on road the team about to blow
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| (I guess the jig is up)
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| I 'Diddy bop' my ass up out the bank
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| (Cause I got it, got it)
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| The I pull up to my shows in a tank
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| (Is you bout it, bout it?)
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| They ask «thats the style that you going for?»
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| If I’m going places then it’s overboard
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| I’m an amputee playing piano keys
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| So you can ask Jeeves if I open doors
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| She said, «Jazz please!»
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| Yeah, of course!
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| Minds on the green, I gotta stay on course
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| I’m Tiger Woods with this wrist
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| But I swear to god I won’t slip (yes)
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| Flashiago. |
| Flashiago.
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| I’m so flashy, they call me Flashiago.
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| Flashiago. |
| Flashiago.
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| Como te llamo? |
| C’est Flashiago
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| Flash (x3)
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| (All I need, all I need x2)
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| Flashiago baby, uh
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| Man, some days I look at life differently
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| But I would never wish to be a different me
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| I ain’t into making friends, I’m making history
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| So just hand me the brush, I’m Carviaggo with the imagery
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| My leather so soft… So soft that it’s killing me
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| Highschool, they always tried to teach me 'bout civility
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| Cartier, thrilling ain’t no mystery
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| But when I’m on that Pearl, is the only time I fuck with Tiffany
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| I ain’t got no ex-girl, just some past reminders
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| That got some chemical imbalance I can’t combat with science
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| And a pity fuck to me is just an act of kindness
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| The moon is shining, hell is not, but trust the light is blinding
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| So when I’m drunk off that Henny, my thoughts are scattered
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| I recollect a little later when my thoughts are gathered
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| A lot of y’all like to engage in that pompous chatter
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| Sit around and chatter 'bout shit that don’t often matter
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| I had my young days when I was wreaking havoc
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| Live fast, die young, but I’m caught in traffic
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| Hah, Now-a-days I’ll start to foster habits
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| Paint a broken canvas, I’m even quoting Hamlet
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| I make this shit that I be doing look so effortless nigga
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| Independent, check the pendant, I don’t check for them niggas
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| I may as well just raise the bar, I got it set for you niggas
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| Heh, and you can take whatever’s left of it nigga
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| Mama told me fuck the world and never play by the rules
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| So every track I’m going off like I got something to lose
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| Niggas flexing on the 'gram like they got something to prove
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| I throw a bone so y’all could fetch and give you something to do
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| They got my name up in they mouth to keep they name in the mix
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| They going out and mad that every DJ playing my shit
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| The more they talk about Jacuzzi, it ain’t making no sense
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| I told your engineer to die and I just saved you a trip
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| For real
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| Flashiago baby, yeah
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| I said in my past life, they called me Cigarette Sam
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| Every party I was at, I had a drink in my hand
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| Just wake me up when it’s over
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| I said in my past life, they called me Cigarette Sam
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| Every party I was at, I had a drink in my hand
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| Just wake me up when it’s over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flashiago/A Sober Drowning (Interlude) , by - Jazz Cartier. Song from the album Marauding in Paradise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп