Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Earl Flinn, artist - Slum Village. Album song Villa Manifesto, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ne'Astra
Song language: English
Earl Flinn |
| Now when this hit the fan you would smell like me |
| On the double oh no, now you know me |
| We hook up then this on vatay splee (?) |
| Loco so my motive (?) as i hit the lotto |
| Banana smoothie, strawberry with ten feet |
| Talking to a dun (?) and i do agree |
| A decade and a half with koolaid, and elly and ess (?) |
| You thinking that we so lowkey |
| The beat goes on and the list goes on |
| And i pour you a glass of the don perry |
| We hook up the phone 1−313 |
| Disco, frigerator, sysco, (?) now or later |
| It’s that elevator to the dolo nolo |
| It’s that elevator to the dolo nolo (?) |
| Dog, strag, 313 |
| Dinner at cheetah’s, drinks on me |
| That’s the way it is |
| Getcha money |
| Get live y’all |
| Earl flinn |
| Ride to the rhythm that the dj play’n |
| (uh uh) |
| They ain’t feeling what the dj spin |
| Took my man to ten |
| Tell 'em play it again |
| Get live y’all |
| Earl flinn |
| Yea |
| Yea |
| Ain’t the deals |
| I stack more bills than pills |
| Thrills on the hills for rillz |
| I’m on tilt |
| Imagine all the cunt i chip |
| I never gotta touch myself |
| I swum a wim (?) in michael phelps |
| Dc |
| I never women at cho belts |
| Still spree |
| I used to rock |
| But now i’m in the phillah |
| Don’t make me pull the sleeve up |
| The watch is a keep up |
| The rocks is a c-cup |
| Exclusive is the sneaker |
| A table full of drinks |
| That’s too much to drink up |
| Chicks wanna sink up |
| We doin' the machine how i renew 'em and move 'em |
| That’s the way it is |
| Getcha money |
| Get live y’all |
| Earl flinn |
| Ride to the rhythm that the dj play’n |
| They ain’t feelin what the dj spin |
| Took my man to ten tell 'em play it again |
| Get live y’all |
| Earl flinn |
| Mos def’ly fly |
| That’s on the low like the fbi |
| Blown the dro that just left me high |
| I’m known to blow |
| Bone a hoe and get lucky like that lefty guy |
| Prone to flow 'til the death we die |
| A thousand |
| Never that |
| Shouldn’t touch the man that what he’s clever at |
| Pockets is forever fat |
| You snitches would rather rat |
| On me |
| Because i’m gettin off your phony |
| And my wheels are chromy |
| With the blades like jenobi |
| I been around the world where they say what up homie |
| What up son |
| What up joe |
| What up showty |
| What up doe |
| Broadcastin live from the district |
| Gettin like i’m right between your eyes with the biscuit |
| That’s the way it is |
| Getcha money |
| Get live y’all |
| Earl flinn |
| Ride to the rhythm that the dj play’n |
| (uh uh) |
| They ain’t feeling what the dj spin |
| Took my man to ten |
| Tell 'em play it again |
| Get live y’all |
| Earl flinn |