Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flickin, artist - Kidz In The Hall. Album song Land of Make Believe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Flickin |
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 |