| See, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| Tell, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| Live life like make believe
|
| Red tee top on, gangsta lean
|
| Fresh off tour where I’m makin' Gs
|
| This type shit that a gangsta dream
|
| Pray to the city, put faith in me
|
| Rebound, boxed out, make space for me
|
| Shit on point like Rafer be
|
| Charlie think, why think majorly?
|
| We major league, so pay per V
|
| I-E double you faithfully
|
| Prolly why your ho be chasin' me
|
| Like grenadine, I been a fiend
|
| For the M-I-C in NYC
|
| VIP with a PYT
|
| Just 19 but don’t need ID
|
| Cause she 33−24−33 (3, 3, 3)
|
| See, that’s what we call a brick house
|
| We 'bout to blow like when she put my dick out
|
| Respect the game, don’t call the broad
|
| Think about that, just call it off
|
| He’s so ho but hardly cough, hardly cough
|
| Every time you sleep at night
|
| That’s what I be livin' like
|
| Cartier is on my face
|
| Cadillac be whizzin' by-y-y-y-y
|
| Tell me I ain’t flickin' like tha-a-at (Like that?)
|
| Like tha-a-at (Like that?)
|
| Bubbly overflow my glass
|
| Two hundred is on the dash
|
| No, it ain’t my birthday
|
| But you see me spendin' caaaash
|
| Tell me I ain’t flickin' like tha-a-at (Like that?)
|
| Like tha-a-at (Like that?)
|
| (Right, right, right)
|
| See, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| (Like, like, like)
|
| See, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| Pimp, ka-pimp, in my own fuckin' mind (Mind, mind, mind)
|
| All-black dance, 10D pants, shirty tho' thick
|
| No romance, skin like cocoa
|
| Bounce like pogo, toss like Romo
|
| Fly kids call my closet dojo
|
| Rich boy, but don’t know Polow
|
| Donned in Polo, man on the horse is the logo
|
| Y’all ho’s know, say she don’t
|
| Then she gets crazy, clownin', Bozo
|
| Leave solo like them plastic cups, as we fuck
|
| Backseat Chuck blastin'
|
| That passion tha', as she suck
|
| I might be crashin'
|
| Nah, I be steady on my whip game proper
|
| And fresher than Binaca, cuh
|
| Cartier be the frame on the eye
|
| Flick game proper, not a stain on the guy
|
| Wilhelmina M put a name in his ride
|
| And he still act like when he stayed off Clyde
|
| Whip like van in Fast and Furious
|
| Eastside crazy, High Park serious
|
| C-cup redbone, so bi-curious
|
| My life so damn luxurious (Why?)
|
| Hennessey and Hypno the pairing (Why?)
|
| Don’t worry, be happy like McFerrin
|
| George Daniels' church suit
|
| T.D. Jakes' church loot
|
| Dream like this pimp tight
|
| I blow through and.
|
| (Right, right, right)
|
| See, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| (Like, like, like)
|
| See, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| (Right, right, right)
|
| See, tell me what you flickin' like
|
| Tell me what you flickin' like
|
| T-tell me what you flickin' like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flickin , by - Kidz In The Hall. Song from the album Land of Make Believe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп