Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How to Play the Flute, artist - Macklemore. Album song GEMINI, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bendo
Song language: English
How to Play the Flute |
| Don’t nobody give a damn what all that shit talking 'bout, man. |
| We tryna here |
| some of that, that «Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,» |
| and you know what I’m saying? |
| I’m tryna get that in my life. |
| Gemini |
| Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my shit (that's my shit) |
| Oh, juice (wet), three-piece, crisp (damn) |
| Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO) |
| Curry, wavy, my undertow’s a bitch |
| Shoutout to my city, know I really does this |
| Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it) |
| I put a little gold up on my bicuspids |
| They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who's he?) |
| She may be vanilla cream, baby her butt big |
| They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do? Yes they do) |
| My momma don’t like it when I be cussin' (She don’t) |
| But fuck these motherfuckers, momma, I don’t trust them (fuck 'em) |
| It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew |
| In the pocket, like I’m Russel, man I hustle, watch me move |
| In the summer watch me fuck around, I’m 'bout to drop the roof |
| She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, |
| play the flute |
| They hating on a player |
| Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay) |
| Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?) |
| Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen) |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ay little mama, aqui |
| Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi |
| On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee |
| On my B-I-E 'til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king) |
| You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat (No!) |
| Unbutton that motherfucker, nothing but a speedo (Look!) |
| Who’s that peeking in my window?, Cee-Lo |
| I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that Teamo (What?) |
| Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino, gelato |
| In a grotto out in Cabo, amateurs so apollo |
| Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5−0 |
| I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho |
| But it ain’t about to rain on me |
| Tryna sing up in this bitch, but I ain’t on key |
| Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G |
| Feeling like John Havlicek, check, with these eight gold rings |
| Play the flute |
| They hating on a player |
| Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay) |
| Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?) |
| Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen) |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |