Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flesh, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Flesh |
| Baby! |
| Baby! |
| Damn, slow down a little bit |
| I just wanna get to know you baby |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| I don’t wanna bite you, it’s all chicken except for the bone |
| Shit, I’m just |
| Hey, I’m getting a little money out here |
| I just wanna spread the wealth |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards |
| What ever you want to do, we could do EBT |
| You need groceries? |
| Shit baby, what you looking at? |
| What the fuck you see over there? |
| A Unicorn? |
| Niggas sweat bitches |
| While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats |
| If you don’t get no respect |
| It really don’t matter, you could be Louis Vuitton’d up |
| You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt |
| I don’t do dirt, I don’t call scenes |
| I send niggas through to leave a mess |
| I’m a real nigga in the flesh |
| I will find a bitch in distress |
| I will make her feel so alive |
| Then beat her with the dick of death |
| Real nigga in the flesh |
| If shit ain’t right between us |
| We will leave a nigga left |
| Real nigga in the flesh |
| I despise rapping niggas |
| Y’all niggas fly private, I come sky jack you niggas |
| You disrespect me, I’ll get on board with three Ks out |
| And go to your PJ’s pilot |
| Tell him I need those jet’s keys like I’m DJ Khaled |
| Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base |
| I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents |
| To close up an open case |
| If my soul shall rise, I’m a lift the hood up like Tray Martin |
| I’m a clapper, they targets |
| They trappers, I’m a convict slash escape artist |
| I’m a real nigga in the flesh |
| Find the bitches bitch in distress |
| I will make her feel so alive |
| Then beat them with the dick of death |
| Real nigga in the flesh |
| If shit ain’t right between us |
| We will leave a nigga left |
| Real nigga in the flesh |
| I’m p-o-p you d-u-d |
| You bark up this tree, I’ll make you turn over three new leafs |
| You live right by the code or get left like three two three |
| I’m A Tribe Called Quest, I’m the new G |
| I’m here going dumber than Tweedledee |
| I’ll these youngin’s wanna redo me, like these movies |
| Cause I’m so Pablo Escobar-esque |
| Elephant in the room, never out my element |
| Oh, always on my P’s and Q’s like RSTUV |
| Ah, never tell your in-tell to a gent who’s intelligent |
| Cause he’ll tell a friend who’ll then shall attempt |
| To turn bullets into shells to spend, and turn humans in skeletons |
| Yeah |
| I’m a real nigga in the flesh |
| I will find the bitches in distress |
| Make them feel so alive |
| Then beat them with the dick of death |
| Real nigga in the flesh |
| If shit ain’t right between us |
| We will leave a nigga left |
| Real nigga in the flesh |
| I’m breaking now cause I’m dating goddesses |
| The haters tried but couldn’t feed me salt |
| Cause I seasoned all them |
| Now I’m raking dollars in |
| Say goodbye, I’m finna take you outta here |
| You can’t deny it, I’m the H in igher |
| Here the four door Porsche or whatever vehicle |
| I nigga like Lincoln couldn’t survive without made it out and over four scores |
| and seven years ago |
| I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick |
| Mines whip-whip-whip like eleven layers ago |
| My flow so heaven sent |
| When I go to heaven, I’m a go «Heaven here you go» |
| I’m a go tell God «I know I promised that I’d never steal your flow», I lied |
| Ain’t nothing like side pussy on my dick |
| Word to that motherfucking DJ Quik |
| Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations |
| Even when the nigga wanna be they friend |
| I learned that faithful women need they men |
| They don’t really wanna leave they men |
| They just don’t wanna get a phone call |
| From another chick saying where he done been |
| If your 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions |
| Like «fight for her? |
| Why?» |
| You better step up and fight for her like you’re fighting for Hawaii |
| You motherfucking B. J Penn |
| I’m a real nigga in the flesh |
| My wife almost left me but she ain’t do it |
| I don’t like the way ex-wives sound, that don’t got a ring to it |