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Juvenile - Flossin Season lyrics
BG] Man whats up Playboy I know you love these Diamonds Nigga how you love that all that stunten and fronten it's all about them diamonds Big Tymer 1: Nigga it's a pretty day and it's flossin season Added six ties to my new machinery Double R at the bar like it's no tomorrow Pretty broads and we fuckin these Superstars Chrome Rims nigga ridding new Benz TV's Caddllic with the new fends We bang niggas taking trips to the Banks Hitting malls spending 20 g's like stars Rolex Playstations in the Hummer Just to show these stupid Hoes we worth something My stunting name is Eviel Kneviel Keep it real let me pop a willey Hoes love stunten cause I got love Gold slugs Stunten cause we got love Motorbike Bun rims cause we living right Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ Overnight got the Yallo if your money right Solid TV's playstation with the BG's It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season Million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga But a million Hoes is game to me playboy Chorus: 2 x's NA Na Na Flossers let me see you rolling yo rims Ballers helicopter, Bikes, and Burbans It's on us see we all millionaires Let'em know it's flossin season BG: I got to get my shine on Do it every time seventeens on up That's all I ride cause in 98 I been having them Hoes throwing up They don't know if I'm in a Helicopter or a Truck I Fuck they head up cause I floss so much Police had me up cause a nigga so young Hum Bro But you know me nigga, that ain't goin stop BG nigga Cause the next day you will see nigga Me and somethin else with a TV nigga But fuck it I'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it you fucking with a foreala I got to watch and see form a block away I got a chain you see that'll shock the day My click treal with what we say I don't stomp wit it Off top Big Tymers gonna come with it We laying it down this month cause we got a reason Fo sho we going to rip shit up cause it's flossin season Chorus: 2 x's Juvenile: This is the season for the flosser nigga Ride top notch shit fuck what it cost you nigga Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it then I gonna ride in it If it ain't no oversea type shit I ain't goin drive it This ain't the summer to swing the top off This is the season niggas come out on them 20's and ball It ain't no secret I'ma stunter like Eivel Kneviel Jumping out Lex's and Hummer's showing off for my people When I up in VIP they say that's a nice car Bitches all in my face I can't even make it to the Bar Me, Bro, and Mann stop never that man I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane I don't think Super D can pull a stunt like me Got Kart's on both of my pinkey's, ten thousand apiece Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East Fuck that I going to play burban it's a thousand a suite Big Tymer 2: Who had a first Burban with a living room set Who the only nigga you know that drive a Burgundy Jet How many city's you knew named after me It's going to be a bunch of them muthafuckas when I finish G Now baby I know you missed us, Big daddy light up a room like Christmas Shine like a light bulb rich thug Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug Magyver ain't liver than a Big Tymer Big Dick a million dollars and a Pathfinder Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker casino breaker Tell Shaq I got a half a mill riding on the Lakers Pack my bitches up and move to the hills Thirty days a month thirty Automobiles The Lexus and Benz come out in the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner round housing The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin The ring I got Liberace want it He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it Chorus till song ends |
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